Gemma was lost in concentration, intently shaping the glowing red metal with expert precision. She had been at it for some time, her cheeks slightly flushed and a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead. It was only when she heard approaching footsteps that she finally paused. Looking up, she was surprised to see the Hunter. She instinctively wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and leaned forward on the table, peering intently at the Hunter.

"Well, well, what brings you here?" she greeted, a hint of curiosity in her voice.