The spark from a soldering iron illuminates the dark room. You wait patiently as Maggie Weston finishes the final touches on her E-frame's communications array. Noticing you, she sets the iron aside and lifts up her welding goggles.

"God, I've been at this for hours." She rotates her arm, working the stiffness out of her shoulder. "Our machines got really banged up in that last battle. I was up all night fixing these things."