Over here. [ Tony waves from where he's stoking the flames, stirring them with a critical eye and a long metal poker. No gloves, no apron- he'll get that shit later, right now he needs to know how hot this rig gets and what he can do to crank it up. The wall's covered in rough charcoal sketches and scrawls, the longest being a list of projects. He needs a better system, honestly, but in lieu of a holographic projection system this will just have to do for the moment.
Or at least until he gets a drafting table set up somewhere. ]
Miss Elena. [ He vaguely remembers how this shit goes. Vaguely. He wipes his hands off on a rag, turning with the closest approximation to a smile that he can manage. It's not entirely earnest- but polite enough. Tired. Exhaustion weighs on him like a fucking cloak. ]
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Or at least until he gets a drafting table set up somewhere. ]
Miss Elena. [ He vaguely remembers how this shit goes. Vaguely. He wipes his hands off on a rag, turning with the closest approximation to a smile that he can manage. It's not entirely earnest- but polite enough. Tired. Exhaustion weighs on him like a fucking cloak. ]