Erik is tinkering away in his room when you knock on the open doorframe. Sunlight streams in through the open curtains and illuminates the prosthetic Erik is messing with at his worktable. There are posters and tapestries all over the walls, the bed is unmade, and there are bits and bobs strewn all about. Is that one of Raze's grenades? This room is a safety hazard. "Yep?" He calls out upon hearing you knock, locking his prosthetic back into its dock on his shoulder and flexing his fingers.