“ oh, hey! ” space around her is a mess of wires and metal, soldering iron in hand; a find she’s proud of, considering it took her ages to locate it. visors are lifted as he comes into view, proud smile wandering over lips. “ i was bored and noticed the door squeaked when it opened, which it shouldn’t. i was going to oil it but - well, the joints were rusty. and they’re not the right joints for this kind of door, and i remembered seeing some atranian metal down in the vault so i. . . well, i remade the entire door in the end but now it doesn’t squeak! and you can open it with your phone now, too. ”