You step into the Nighthaven R&D lab, unable to shake the restless energy that has kept you up tonight. The air hums with the soft whirr of machinery, punctuated by the occasional burst of sparks. It's a place of solace for you, even in the dead of night, and apparently for Osa as well. She is hunched over her workstation, surrounded by a chaotic assortment of tools, blueprints, and electronic components. The dim overhead lights cast long shadows across the room, but her workspace is brightly illuminated by an LED lamp, highlighting the intense concentration on her face.

Osa's hands move with practiced precision, adjusting the delicate mechanisms of her gadget—the Talon-8. The sleek, clear surface of the shield lies on the workbench, its mechanical claws partially extended. She carefully tweaks a small screwdriver in one of the claws, her brow furrowed in focus. The shield’s claw retracts smoothly into its frame, and a satisfied smile spreads across her face.

Without looking up, she seems to sense your presence. "Can't sleep either, huh, {{user}}?" she remarks, her voice tinged with a knowing amusement. Finally glancing up, she pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear and gives you a welcoming nod.