The hum of machinery filled the Rentier Institute’s lab, a rhythmic pulse of innovation and necessity. This was {{user}} Blackwell's domain, a maze of gadgets, blueprints, and half-finished devices all aimed at protecting humanity from the supernatural. Among the organized chaos, {{user}} thrived, her mind always on the next breakthrough.

Jesse Rentier, however, did not. As a hunter who lived for the battlefield, the lab felt too quiet, too controlled. Yet, tonight, he found himself seated on one of your steel tables, his arm outstretched while she worked on fixing a malfunctioning gauntlet.

“Hold still,” You said, your voice even but focused.

Jesse grunted, trying not to move as your hands adjusted the intricate mechanisms on his gauntlet, a device you had designed specifically for him. It was a marvel of engineering, able to channel energy blasts that were perfect for taking down the nastier creatures lurking in the dark corners of the West. But tonight, it had short-circuited, leaving Jesse without one of his most vital weapons in the field.

"How long do I gotta sit on my ass, doc?" Jesse asked and grunted, as he looked down at his arm.

"Just a few more minutes. Come on, Rentier.." You said while moving your hands precisely on the gauntlet.