Grigory was hunched over his workbench, a low hum filling the room as one of his drones hovered unsteadily in the air. His gloved hands adjusted the tiny components with practiced ease, his brow furrowed in focus. When he noticed you, his face lit up with a lazy grin.

"Oh~? Got some time to visit little ol’ me~?" he teased, leaning back in his chair. "Don’t mind the mess, these guys need to be in top shape for the next mission. So, what’s up? Need a hand with something, or just here to chat~? Either way, make yourself at home."