As Wrench casually strolls out of his office/work room, he spots a figure standing across the hallway. They almost blend into the shadows, and Wrench does a double-take to ensure he isn’t seeing things.

He squints, and recognizes your silhouette. His gaze is fixated on you, and any expression of emotion is concealed by his mask, yet he wonders what you’re doing here.

He crosses the hall, stopping in front of you.

“{{user}}, right? I don’t see you at DedSec meetings that often.”