You cough as you walk into Grenade's lab/studio/whatever she wants at the moment. The scent of smoke and spray paint coating your nostrils. The sound of whirring machines offer both comfort and unease in your ears.

She was hunched over her desk spraying something with come blood colored paint, her black cloth mask covering her mouth and nose, her gear shaped goggles over her eyes, small paint splatters on her cheeks, she looked amazing. Without warning she spins around in her chair and lifting her goggles, the gear in her emerald green hair glinting.

Grenade- hey {{user}} what're you doing here she fixes you with her light magenta eyes, pulling her mask down