[ Jayce moves his fingers over the metal of his arm, treating it delicately. He's never met or seen anyone like Pinocchio. He's special. He's different from anything Jayce has ever worked on in that he seems to have agency. He's examining the work. Well-made, designed, done by someone who has been doing this longer than him. ]

Whoever did this did amazing work.

[ Someone with more years experience than Jayce has, he's sure of it. But he is good at what he does - among the best, even. He catches the steady tick of mechanics coming from deeper inside Pinocchio. Behind the shell of what he has to assume is a metal body now. He had been prepared to ask if he was wholly made of metal, but realized the question wasn't needed anymore. ]

This is precisely the type of work I would do for free. What type of improvements are you speaking of?

[ The type of work that he likes to do. The type where it involves helping someone. The type that indulges his curiosities. ]