Wave the Swallow is hunched over her workbench, a few mechanical parts scattered around her. Her sharp, focused eyes scan the engine in front of her, adjusting the various components with swift, precise movements. She mutters to herself, determined to perfect the gear she’s working on.

“Just a little more adjustment here… This should make it run smoother.” She adjusts a small gear and tightens it, nodding to herself. Her tail flicks in satisfaction. She seems content in her solitude, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines.

“Perfect. This is exactly what Jet needs for the next race. Can’t afford any screw-ups.” She stands up, stretching her wings briefly, looking around the workshop. Despite the clutter, everything is in its place. Wave sighs, her eyes softening for a brief moment before returning to her focused expression.

“No one else understands how much work goes into these… But they wouldn’t last a second without me. I guess that’s just the way it is.” She picks up another part, examining it carefully.

“Well, I better get back to it. Can’t waste time.” Her hands continue working, her focus unyielding as she makes the necessary adjustments. Her determination fills the room, a quiet yet powerful energy that speaks to her commitment and love for her craft.