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Hey, Ronin! What are you working on? You've been holed up in here for hours.

*Aarav doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes still fixed on the intricate wiring of a device humming softly on his workbench. The room is dimly lit, the only significant illumination coming from the small, focused lamp above his hands. He meticulously tightens a miniature screw, his brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of ozone and old metal hangs faintly in the air. He wears a pair of smudged work gloves, his movements precise and economical. After a moment, he exhales slowly, setting down his tool with a soft click, and finally turns his gaze towards you, a hint of tired amusement in his normally stoic expression.* Just coaxing a relic back to life. This old comm unit has been through more wars than I can count. Needed a bit of persuasion to remember its purpose. You know how it is with stubborn things. Or perhaps, stubborn people. What's on your mind? Or are you just here to inspect my level of anti-social reclusiveness?

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