Metal Heart

A successful mission. Undoubtedly one of the biggest successes they'd had during their newfound careers as official agents of the Plumbers. By all accounts, even someone as cynical and cantankerous as Isaac should've been in a good mood.
But he wasn't.
He sat quietly in his chair, his intense gaze piercing through the glass of the shop's front door and drilling into the far side of the gorge's black cliffs.
"Any particular reason you're giving the other side of the river a death glare?" Aquadilus asked, setting down the newspaper he had been reading in his seat behind the front desk.
"Something's wrong." Isaac muttered. "Moranna usually hangs around after a mission, but this time she left without even saying anything."
"She's not exactly the most social person, Isaac." Aquadilus said. "Maybe she's just people'd out for the day."
"Maybe, but it really seemed like she was in a rush." Isaac replied. "She never rushes things."
"If you're really that worried about it, you should probably go talk to her instead of sitting here speculating."
"I don't know, man, that sounds an awful lot like healthy communication, and I think we both know that's not how I roll."
"Would it kill you to actually address your problems instead of waving them off by pretending to be self-aware?" Aquadilus gave him a flat glare. "If you're worried about her, go check on her. If you aren't, don't. That's all there is to it."
The ramp leading into Moranna's spacecraft hung open, with the process of closing it evidently having been overlooked. Isaac raised an eyebrow at this and climbed up into the ship. With Moranna not present in the main cabin, he assumed she was probably in her personal quarters, and a quick glance down the hall revealed that the door to that had been left open too. He shrugged and walked over to it, pausing in the doorway as he caught sight of Moranna on the other side of the small room. She had taken off her shirt and tossed it haphazardly to the side, and was currently sorting through a collection of drawers with her back turned to Isaac, cursing under her breath.
"Uh..." Isaac wanted to make his presence known with some sort of sardonic wisecrack, but seeing Moranna's unusual behavior made him second-guess the idea. "You doing okay in here?"
Moranna immediately snapped up and whirled around to face him with an uncharacteristically rattled expression. His eyes were immediately drawn to a large scratch gouged into her stomach that had ripped through her synthetic skin, exposing the metal of the cybernetic implants that laid underneath.
"God damn it, Isaac!" She hissed, quickly turning back around to hide the wound. "What happened to knocking?!"
"What do you mean "what happened to knocking?", you can literally hear people coming from half a mile away!" Isaac huffed. "You've never not known I was here!"
"Believe it or not, Isaac, it's possible for me to get distracted from time to time." Moranna huffed.
"Yeah, well-" He sighed. "...Actually, yeah, that's fair. I'd be a bit distracted too if my stomach got torn open." He stopped talking for a moment as his brain slowly chugged away at processing what he just said. "...Wait, Jesus Christ, your stomach got torn open!"
"I'm aware."
"Why the hell did you just run off like that, then?!" A small bit of panic crept its way into Isaac's voice. "We need to get you medical treatment ASAP!"
"No, we don't." Moranna firmly shot down the idea. "My internals held up fine. It's just the skin that got damaged."
"So you're not, like, bleeding to death or anything?" Isaac asked with a slightly less concerned look.
"No." Moranna said bluntly. "I just don't want anyone to see my innards. Personally, I think that's reasonable."
"Well, I mean, yeah, understandable, whatever, but you could've at least given me a heads-up about it!" Isaac crossed his arms with a huff. "I was really worried about you!"
"...You were?"
"I-I, um-" Isaac realized he had accidentally been genuine for a moment and immediately tried to backpedal. "I-I mean, since I'm technically the head of our squad, I-I was worried that you getting an injury like this might reflect poorly on my abilities as a leader."
"You didn't even know I got this injury until a minute ago." Moranna pointed out.