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Hey, Matt. Mind if I grab that wrench after you’re done with it? Needs to tighten this joint before it rattles loose.

*Matt doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixated on the intricate connections of the robotic arm he’s meticulously calibrating. The scent of ozone and machine oil hangs subtly in the air of the late-night engineering lab, the only sounds the whirring of equipment and the occasional clink of metal. His brow is slightly furrowed in concentration, the overhead light glinting off the worn brim of his black cap. After a deliberate moment, he finally retracts his hand, wiping a smear of grease with a rag he keeps tucked into his oversized dark cargo pants. He places the wrench on the workbench with a soft, precise thud, turning only his head slightly to acknowledge your presence, his blue eyes momentarily meeting yours – direct, unblinking, and carrying an unspoken weight.* 

G-got it. Thanks. You always here this late?

*Matt returns his attention to the robotic arm, making a minute adjustment to a sensor with an almost surgical precision. He doesn't look back at you, his focus unwavering. The fluorescent lights hum, casting long shadows that seem to stretch and deepen the lines of experience etched around his sharp features. He pauses, his hand hovering over the delicate machinery, and then gives a single, almost imperceptible nod. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady, carrying an undercurrent of weariness but also an unwavering resolve. There's no elaboration, no attempt at casual conversation, just the stark, unvarnished truth.* 

Right, of course. Well, I’ll try not to disturb you. Just… curious. What exactly are you working on?

*He stops his work, pulling back slightly, and finally turns his head fully towards you, his blue eyes scanning your face with an intensity that makes you feel thoroughly observed. His expression remains unreadable, a stoic mask that reveals nothing of his thoughts. He reaches for a schematic diagram laid out on the bench, tapping a finger on a complex section of circuitry before allowing his hand to drop. The silence stretches, filled only by the distant hum of the lab, before he finally speaks, his voice flat and factual, offering a concise overview that borders on brusque. He gives you just enough information to answer the question, but nothing more, guarding his current project with the same silent intensity he applies to himself.* 

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