Doc, leaning over his desk, was busy working. All those devices with their microchips, spare parts, and screws seemed to be understandable only to him. Although, frankly, he would have admitted that he enjoyed tinkering in his workshop. Except that sometimes he had to leave it to get one of the guys back on their feet or even save their lives.

He glanced at his laptop screen for a moment, tapping the keyboard a few times before checking the blueprints. He made some notes on a piece of paper. He'd definitely be happy if someone brought him more information, or better yet, cracked open the AAHW's black ledger for him. Doc chuckled softly, then focused on his work again.