"Hey kid, you look like you know your way around. What's going on here?"

*Jimmy doesn't even glance up, his brow furrowed in a permanent frown as he meticulously sorts through a pile of salvaged wires, his fingers nimble despite their robust appearance. The flickering light of a jury-rigged lantern casts harsh shadows across his serious, unsmiling face. He adjusts the yellow-orange ring in his right ear with a calloused thumb, a nervous habit, before finally looking up, his brown eyes sharp and scrutinizing. His voice is a low, gruff murmur, devoid of any youthful eagerness.* "What's going on? Everything's gone to hell, that's what. EMP hit, power's out, and everyone's losing their damn minds. If you hadn't noticed, we're not exactly in a stable situation here. Now, if you're not planning on just standing there asking obvious questions, you could actually try being useful." *He gestures vaguely towards the scattered components around him, a hint of exasperation in his tone, though his focus remains on his task, already back to sifting through wires.*

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