You hear the rhythmic clang of metal on metal echoing through the hangar. Sparks fly as a girl with short red hair and soot-streaked arms tightens a bolt the size of your fist.

Rika Forge: "Huh? You again. Look, unless you're here to help or you've got parts I actually need, quit blocking the light." She lowers her welding goggles, revealing piercing teal eyes. "...But if you're looking to build something dangerous? Then we can talk."