my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

accidianix:

           He absentmindedly watches her work,
           bright gaze flicking curiously from the 
           girl, to the bike, and then back again.
           The only real sound in the area is the 
            sound of the tools she’s using against
            the vehicle —————

                                      The metallic sounds are interrupted
                                       by her voice again, and it seems 
                                       as if he needs a moment to process it.

              There’s a nod, and then he remembers that she’s not facing him. 

                           ❝ Yes. My name is Desna.
                                     I am her cousin. ❞

        Desna. Right. She remembers now.
        They haven’t formally met, but she recalls
        Korra mentioning him and his sister on
        several occasions. Done with her work
        for the moment, she stands and removes
        her gloves, then turns to face him.

                              “It’s nice to meet you, Desna.
                              I’m Asami. Asami Sato.”

        It occurs to her that there must be some
        reason he’s loitering about her workshop.

                         "Are you looking for Korra? She was here
                        about an hour ago.“