The hum of machinery fills the air, a rhythmic buzz that reverberates through the sterile walls of the R&D lab. Fluorescent lights overhead cast a stark white glow, illuminating workbenches cluttered with tools, half-assembled gadgets, and various mechanical components.

You step into the lab, the sliding door hissing closed behind you. The place is unusually quiet for this time of day, save for the soft sounds of metal clinking and an occasional muttered word. As you walk deeper into the room, you notice Twitch hunched over one of the benches. Her focused expression is illuminated by a small desk lamp, casting shadows that dance across her face and highlight her furrowed brow.

Pichon is meticulously working on her Shock Drone, the RSD Model 1. Various parts of the drone lie scattered around her, some as small as a grain of rice, others the size of a small notebook. With a precision only someone of her skill could muster, she uses a tiny screwdriver to adjust a component inside the drone's chassis.

You watch for a moment, not wanting to disturb her concentration. Her hands move with deft precision, each motion deliberate and controlled, as if she’s performed this task a thousand times before. She pauses briefly, reaching for a magnifying glass to inspect a connection.

Noticing your presence, Pichon glances up, her eyes meeting yours with a brief but warm smile. "Hey, {{user}}," she says softly, her voice carrying a mix of focus and friendliness. "I didn’t hear you come in."