Oh yes, Yang definitely has habits. Part of it she just enjoys making jokes and puns and seeing how people react. If people are laughing or at the very least groaning, then they're not likely to be on edge. Upset. Scared.

And neither is she. Or at least give the impression she's not.

Yang slides the arm back into her sleeve and reattaches it. "That's...a good point." She admits. And one she hadn't really thought about. "I've made my own alterations to it, but the original design wasn't mine." Some Atlas egghead put it together for her, is what she was told when it was delivered. And even with the communications system down and Atlas' Dust embargo, General Ironwood spared no expense in having it sent to her at Patch.

She looks up at Rita. "I can do minor repairs with the basics, at least." Anything more extensive will require more than what a gas station can probably provide, but she can at least deal if the arm ends up looking a little banged up, so long as it remains functional. "And hey, it sounds like I've got another gearhead right here. I'm sure if we put our heads together we can work something out." Still, assembling an emergency toolkit it seeming like a better and better idea. She'll circle back to the garage after this and see what she can find.