05/09/2011 (The Tina, Polyhex) Nova Black walks into the Tina, has a seat at the bar, and orders a drink. One of her shoulders is slightly damaged, her internal repairs having healed most but not all of the injury. When the bartender brings her cube she regards it for a moment as if thinking. Then, wings twitching, she takes a swig from it. Nova Black snorts. "If I went to the medic every time I had a dent, they'd have no time to work on anyone else." Nova Black tilts her head. "Which one are you askin' about? Robustus? Shred? That new one?" She scowls slightly as she mentions the last.