[Okay, color Engie impressed. Not surprised (was he EVER surprised at this point) but definitely impressed. He squats down next to stairwell, cigar now sticking out the side of his mouth, and he wasn't unlike a detective investigating a dead body. He even rubs his beard, which he had grown out to decent scratching-length at this point. Truly, a hard-boiled nasty detective.
Speaking of nasty--]
Oof. Boy bowdy.
[That's definitely a smell. Engineeer could handle most offensive odors (and they all smelled like blood and sweat half the time), but that "old" smell had him crinkling his nose.]
Alright, don't tell me. I'm gonna take a swing at it. Secret lab?
[because like
he wouldn't put that past you]
B.
See? If that ain't sweet, I dunno what is.
[Okay, Engie's just being a shit at this point.
He also can't talk, because he's slept in his workshop, various garages, etc. The only difference was that he built himself something to sleep on, and it came with moving parts and self-serving beer (love or hate the Rancho Relaxo). On the other hand - that didn't always stop him from dozing off on his workbench or a rolling mechanic's creeper underneath whatever he happened to be working on at the time.
Finally, they get to Medic's room. Engineer, who's hand had settled on the back of Medic's arm like he was leading an old man to his chair, finally lets go.]
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[Okay, color Engie impressed. Not surprised (was he EVER surprised at this point) but definitely impressed. He squats down next to stairwell, cigar now sticking out the side of his mouth, and he wasn't unlike a detective investigating a dead body. He even rubs his beard, which he had grown out to decent scratching-length at this point. Truly, a hard-boiled nasty detective.
Speaking of nasty--]
Oof. Boy bowdy.
[That's definitely a smell. Engineeer could handle most offensive odors (and they all smelled like blood and sweat half the time), but that "old" smell had him crinkling his nose.]
Alright, don't tell me. I'm gonna take a swing at it. Secret lab?
[because like
he wouldn't put that past you]
B.
See? If that ain't sweet, I dunno what is.
[Okay, Engie's just being a shit at this point.
He also can't talk, because he's slept in his workshop, various garages, etc. The only difference was that he built himself something to sleep on, and it came with moving parts and self-serving beer (love or hate the Rancho Relaxo). On the other hand - that didn't always stop him from dozing off on his workbench or a rolling mechanic's creeper underneath whatever he happened to be working on at the time.
Finally, they get to Medic's room. Engineer, who's hand had settled on the back of Medic's arm like he was leading an old man to his chair, finally lets go.]
Alright, come on.
[He's not going to tuck you in.
Don't make him tuck you in.]