Sitting in the Abandoned Gas Station of Solitude, Richie had worked on a new gadget all night, his under eyes dark and sunken underneath his welder mask. His welding machine slipped between his fingers a bit too much as he felt his eyes get heavy and it clattered to the floor, his eyes jolting back open as he tilted up his welding mask. "Damnit." He groaned with a hand to his forehead while a frustrated sigh left his mouth as he slumped in his chair, not hearing {{user}} open the doors.