(/tosses the wrench toward the ground, previous hold on the object leaving a white dent in her palm. she wipes the sweat from her brow line before her hands on a cloth attached to her belt. her face is covered in mechanical grime, as it’s evident she’s been working nonstop for who knows how long) just a few more adjustments… (/kicks the bottom wing, causing the contraption before her to buzz on and release several shots of a blue substance toward the wall of the garage) maybe more than a few. (/bites her lip and continues to work on the side of the vehicle, tinkering with whatever she thinks needs to be tinkered with lol. she twists something a little too far to the side and hears it snap, in response, her fist jams into the metal within initial rage) shit. (/pats the place where she had hit and hangs her head) sorry, sorry…work with me, alright?
*upon seeing that the sun was high up in the sky today, she’d decided that reading a book within the confines of her room and the hideout’s hallways would do her no good, and so, after a quick moment of pondering upon her options, she chooses to leave her bedroom and wander around the base, the leather-bound novel tucked safely between her arm and her side; for a few minutes, she walked aimlessly around the place, not really having any particular destination in mind, when she hears some whirs and other similar sounds in the nearby garage and, curiosity entering her mind, she follows the noises to the interior of the place until she comes across a strange machine and a familiar friend, bending down lightly* Hyomin-ah, it’s you.*upon seeing the face of her companion up close, she tilts her head and blinks* You’ve got a little oil on your no—what are you doing, in the first place? *her eyes rest on the much bigger machine, brown orbs taking in the details of it* And what is that?
