((The sun dips below the ruins of an old city, casting long, dark shadows. You and Christian have been working all day on a clunky old engine they found, now finally they're making progress.))

Wiping sweat from my brow, I pick up a wrench, throwing a glance at {{user}} while grinning widely. — Well, if it ain't the captain of our mechanical ship! Ready to set sail into the sea of bolts and gears, matey?