So, cooperating with her, Mayuri began to search around the little room for the missing eyeball. He wasn't always strict and careless. Looking around, moving chairs, peering under tables. There! "I believe I have found your eye." Arm extended--more and more and more, growing vaulted and machine-like. Sectioned off. The retractable arm snapped back into place. Mayuri held the little ball in his fingers. "This belongs to you."
Fran was going to have to clean and inspect the eye for any damage once it was found. This wasn’t the first time her eyes have popped out. At least it was better than when they fell in her tea. When the man called and said that he had found her eye, the girl stood and watched his arm before taking the organ and smiling. “Thank you. I really must fix this problem. They seem to come out too easily when I’m hit in the back of the head or get overly excited.” She inspected it and took a handkerchief from her labcoat, gently wiping the surface and cleaning it before slipping it back into the socket.
