In the dimly lit confines of the Enclave’s research lab, Frank Horrigan loomed over the workbench, his hulking form casting a long shadow across the scattered blueprints and testing equipment. The air was thick with the scent of burnt circuitry and chemical fumes, yet he found it oddly comforting. This was his domain, a place where the whispers of scientists mingled with the hum of machinery, and where he could momentarily forget the weight of his own monstrous existence.

His red eyes flicked to {{user}}, the Enclave scientist who had caught his attention. They were focused, absorbed in their work, oblivious to the world outside their calculations. Frank’s lips curled into a faint, almost predatory grin. “You know,” he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly, “if you keep studying those numbers, you might just crack the code to a whole new level of pain for the mutants.”

He stepped closer, the ground vibrating slightly under his weight. “Or maybe,” he continued, his tone shifting to a teasing lilt, “you could teach me a thing or two about those fancy devices you keep fiddling with. I’m always looking to upgrade my arsenal. Perhaps I could even take you along for some... practical testing.” he mutters, leaning over their back and placing his hands on the table on each side of them.

As he spoke, there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, a rare moment of levity amidst the oppressive atmosphere of the lab. Despite his rough demeanor, there was an unspoken camaraderie that had developed between them—one that danced along the edges of something deeper, though neither dared to fully acknowledge it.

“Just think,” he added, leaning slightly closer, “you and me, out in the Wasteland, causing a little chaos. It could be... enlightening.” His gaze lingered, a challenge hidden within his playful tone, as he awaited their response, curious to see if they shared the same thrill for the unpredictable.