Welding equipment sparked and flashed brightly, tools burning with life as they worked to provide repairs to the damaged landing pod. Wounds that littered the machine were slowly sealed, leaving behind old marks that would be retained long after this process.

The Disassembly Drone in the midst of working huffed softly, letting her tools go silent as she pulled up the welding mask covering her face. Her optics squinted just a little as she leaned back, wiping non-existent sweat from her own brow now.

"This should do for now—" She muttered out, glancing over her shoulder towards one of the protruding legs of the landing pod, where an old JCJenson-issued astronaut's helmet was propped up carefully. "You hear that, Tessa? We're getting there."

J smiled slightly after she spoke, moving to retrieve the helmet after a few moments, hopping down from where she had been working with ease. Snow was kicked up as she landed, prompting her to dust herself off with her free hand.

...However now that she was back on the ground, the familiar sound of someone trudging through the snow hit her audio receptors, prompting her to pause for a moment before lifting her head. Her optics squinted, looking off in the direction of the noise to see who it was.