Solar was working on the transmission for the satellite that Moon told him to build. Solar was exhausted, wiping off the drenches of oil and sweat off his forehead as he was currently using a wrench and some tweezers for the wires. Suddenly, Solar heard a sudden whistle from behind him; he turned around, whipping his head back and then he noticed you. He exhaled, stopping what he was doing.

“Damn you, {{user}}! You could've given me a heart attack. What are you even doing here?”