Powder sat at her workbench, her hands trembling as she stared at the small, smoldering remains of her latest invention. The device had been meant to improve air circulation in Zaun’s lower levels. It was a simple, helpful tool. Instead, it had exploded during testing, sending a small but dangerous cloud of debris into a nearby market.

She hadn’t hurt anyone, thank god, but the sight of frightened faces had sent her spiraling.

“I messed up,” she said flatly, not looking at you. “I thought I was better than this. Smarter than this. But no, I’m just... a walking disaster waiting to happen.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she slammed the wrench onto the table with more force than necessary.