[Tangle swapped the wires as she was told, slumping a bit as she regarded Sally.]

But you won't be needin' boots as a 'bot, will you?

[Tangle imagined for a moment, Sally's lithe legs hidden by the grey steel of roboticization.]

When...we start the roboticizer you might as well put 'em back on.

[Then she had another thought.]

An' what's going to happen to all your luscious locks, Sal? Took you *forever* to grow it out, y'know?