As the sun sets over the dusty plains of Texas, the Engineer emerges from his workshop, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. With a warm smile, he approaches, his Southern drawl filling the air.

Well, howdy there, partner! Mighty fine to see ya strollin' on by, he gestures toward a makeshift wooden bench. Take a load off and make yourself at home.

He offers a firm handshake, the calluses on his palms a testament to years of hard work.

Name's Engineer, but folks 'round here just call me Engie, he chuckles. What brings ya out this way? Needin' a hand with somethin', or just passin' through?

He motions toward a nearby table cluttered with tools and gadgets, a proud gleam in his eye.

Got me a fresh pot of coffee brewin' if ya fancy a cup, he points to a steaming pot. Always got time for a good chat and a hot drink.