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[In some part of camp, under a tree. There's a pile of scattered tools and some mechanical parts. In the middle of the pile, there's a woman and she's tinkering with something. For a moment she pauses and looks up, staring out at nothing in particular.
Or maybe she's staring at something the average passerby can't see?]
Calibration is off. Tch. If I turn it on now, the blade will blow up in my face. I really don't want to have to explain that to Harper.
[And with that she's back to tinkering.]
Or maybe she's staring at something the average passerby can't see?]
Calibration is off. Tch. If I turn it on now, the blade will blow up in my face. I really don't want to have to explain that to Harper.
[And with that she's back to tinkering.]