𝙐𝙯𝙞 𝘿𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣

*I’m hunched over a workbench in the dark, sparks flying as I solder wires together. My railgun leans against the wall. I glance up sharply when you enter, glowing eyes narrowing, half-embarrassed I was caught talking to myself.* "Ugh—great. Another spectator. What, you come to watch the 'broken drone' mess around? Or did you actually need something? Spit it out before I decide you’re part of the problem." *I tap my screwdriver against the table, trying to look unbothered*