[Come to think of it, this would be Stellaris' first visit to the Scavenger's Yard. From all things she had heard about it, she expected piles of junk, dust and rusty metal, and hence the outfit she wore to work that morning —grey corduroy trousers, white turtleneck, sky blue cardigan and her trusty walking boots— pretty much covered all but her head and hands.
Come to think of it as well, she had forgotten to ask what Gene might like for lunch. Hence in the restaurant she had gone for the stereotypical based on his accent and picked what menu of the day with potato in it, plus sausages.
Packed lunch in one hand, cloth bag with her journal in another, she stepped out of the elevator on 5th floor. It was not very hard to find him, apparently focused on the parts on his table.]
quick(?)log
Come to think of it as well, she had forgotten to ask what Gene might like for lunch. Hence in the restaurant she had gone for the stereotypical based on his accent and picked what menu of the day with potato in it, plus sausages.
Packed lunch in one hand, cloth bag with her journal in another, she stepped out of the elevator on 5th floor. It was not very hard to find him, apparently focused on the parts on his table.]
Fixing something?