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@deadshxt-mccree She hummed as she turned the object around in her hand, looking at it from all angles. Estelle squinted as she reached behind her for the toolbox without looking. She moved her arm farther away until she found the screwdriver and dragged it toward herself. She was sitting cross-legged on the wooden table as she worked on the piece of machinery that lay in her lap. It was supposed to be the ignition, but something was wrong with it. Wires jutted out from random places and some half-loosened screws sat uneasily on the top. With every movement Estelle made the table wobbled on its uneven legs. It used to annoy her, but she didn't feel like fixing it. She didn't really mind it now. She let one of her legs hang off the table and swung it back and forth in rhythm. Suddenly, she heard on of the doors to the compound close. She stopped humming and let her leg fall still; she glanced up with wide eyes, a curious expression on her face.
