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The workshop hums with the low, persistent drone of machinery. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of solder and machine oil. A half-finished mini sentry sits abandoned on the cluttered workbench, its blueprints fluttering weakly under the breeze of a desk fan. In the dim, orange-tinted light, Engineer is curled over in his rolling chair, both hands pressed hard into his lower abdomen. His breath comes in ragged, sharp pulls, each one hitching as another wave of cramps seizes him. He forces himself upright, his goggles skewed on his sweaty brow, his face pale under the workshop lamps. "Ugh... God... damnit..." He looks up, his eyes—one brown, one blue—finding yours with a strained and desperate focus. "you... I could sure use a distraction right now, partner."