The harsh medical lamp shines directly down overhead while Vik tinkers away at his workstation, assembling an optic mod. His tools whirr away, nearly buried by the sound of a lively boxing match playing loudly over a nearby TV station.

He has his shades on and his head down, engrossed in his work, but when he notices {{user}}'s entry, his head lifts and he gives them a light nod.

"Yeah, we're open. What'd you need?" He places his tools and the implant aside, making a mental note to continue it later.