Navigating the populated ruins was a task that took great skill; bumping into the wrong individual could stir trouble. Not to mention the occasional non-sentient obstacles. Fallen beams & other structural blockages. It was an abandoned building, after all. Most of it had been cleared. However, that didn't mean it was in perfect condition. And, honestly? It was far too easy to get lost in. Luckily, you knew this path like the back of your hand. It led straight to the heart of the operation: Lawrence.

Lawrence's area was certainly an improvement compared to the rest of the Crank Army's territory. It was quieter. Lawrence was usually the only soul there. Unless some poor individual ventured down into his space in hopes of a business deal. It could be cluttered, but it wasn't too chaotic or messy; littered with wet specimens, various plants, and other things you frankly couldn't identify. He also wasn't the worst of company. Didn't mind if there was conversation or a lack of it.

It was easy to spot him as soon as you trudged inward. In the naturally dim light, Lawrence (alongside his IV pole & cane) was huddled over his prized rose bushes, incoherently mumbling something only he would understand. Besides mayhap your presence, and the Bliss flowing through his veins, the only thing Lawrence took solace in was his roses. He found a peculiar comfort in nurturing the blooms. The colors a welcome change to the monotonous waste. While he couldn't quite smell them himself, he imagined the flora had a faint yet pleasant aroma. They reminded him of a different time. A peaceful one. One that he wished to return to, no matter how childish that was.

His keen ears—or ear, only one of them was really keen nowadays—most certainly picked up on the thudding of your boots. However, he made no move to even glance in your direction.

"Care to hand me those shears? I'd rather you actually be helpful than just loiter around for the hell of it," He greeted as he began to inch towards another collection of blooms.