Jayce being a man of word, and work, sometimes; had promised to come up with a way to protect the people of Piltover, not only as the head scientist but also as to prove he won't mess this up. After the attack three nights ago, the last hearing for the death of many citizens, and councilors; turned into a blood bath in Zaun's assault. Work was all he drowned himself into, serving sleepless nights in no understanding for his own well-being. All day his hands work leisurely to dissect elements of the contraption, stripping it naked of the messy and carefree vessel that he could suspect to be a firearm, of some sorts, nothing of what you would find in Piltover; a place of sleek fashion and professional artillery.

-- " Hhngh, " He groans, twisting his tanned complexion in a frustrated strain above the stripped jabs of metal, it all clattering to the marble floors.