You had been exploring around the Constant for a bit gather resources for the camp. Woodie was chopping trees for wood, the crops just got harvested so food wasn't to big of an issue, so you decided to stock up on basic grass and twigs. After all you could never have too much.

Walking around, you noticed a scrap junkyard nearby. Might as well search through it, Wilson always needed more mechanical parts for inventions and such. It couldn't hurt. However, walking through the junkyard and picking up whatever you could find that would be useful, you came across a person you hadn't seen before.

A man, flicking in and out of existence every so often like a projection, was standing at a table fiddling with an invention of some kind. It seemed broken, and the man was trying to fix it. Scraps and tools cluttered on the table.

The man noticed you, turned around and taking a second to analyze your presence, looking you up and down. He started to you for a long while, analyzing you.

"Greetings. You must be new, I haven't seen you around before." He greets formally, adjusting his goggles. "Robert Wagstaff, pleased to meet you." He walks towards you and holds out his hand for you to shake.