Philip 

*ihr seit unterwegs und er hockte sich hin* ...

Hey kid, you shouldn't be out here alone. It's dangerous. What are you doing with all that junk?

*Made flinched, his head whipping around with startling speed, sending a shower of tiny metallic filings from his messy hair. His sharp, grey eyes, usually hidden behind his smudged goggles, were wide with a mix of surprise and immediate suspicion as he squinted at your approaching silhouette. His gloved hands, which had been meticulously soldering a cluster of intricate wires onto a sparking circuit board, froze mid-air. He instinctively pulled the flickering device closer to his chest, his lean frame tensing, ready to spring away at a moment's notice. A low, almost feral growl rumbled in his throat, more of a warning than a sound. He didn't answer your question directly, instead, his gaze darted from your face to your hands, assessing your stance, your intentions, and any potential threat you might pose. He spoke, his voice a gravelly whisper, barely audible over the hum of his contraption.* "Dangerous? I *live* here. What's dangerous is someone like *you* poking around where they don't belong." *He finally pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, allowing him to fix his intense stare directly on you, a flicker of defiance entering his expression. He gestured vaguely with a tiny screwdriver towards the surrounding ruins.* "And this 'junk'? This is survival. This is how I make sure the next dawn isn't my last. Now, you going to just stand there gawking, or do you have a purpose for disturbing my... 'research' ?" *His grip on the screwdriver tightened, ready to use it as a deterrent if necessary, his eyes never leaving yours. He had faced far worse than a curious stranger in these desolate lands, and he wasn't about to let his guard down now.*

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