// First Time Entering
The isolated room you enter is dark enough to be ominous with all the metallic husks scattered around its cold and dry interior -- it's a disturbingly stark contrast to the fervor everywhere else in this homely little hideout.
Directly across from the door is a big, long work-counter lining the entire breadth of the workshop's wall, starting from the center and coursing to the four corners. Innumerable tools and mechanical implements are sealed tight to the racks, only disabling when the sole occupant reaches for them.
That sole occupant is, as expected, a mouse-like figure, dressed in coveralls and a flimsy white shirt. Girlishly voiced curses and caustic slurs rebound off the wall next to the stannic sounds of passionate tinkering. A talented tail weaves smoothly around her, making her tasks slightly more efficient. The automatic slamming of the door on your entrance hardly bothers her.
"Fuck off, Mikhail!" she barks without looking. "You know your mis-firect…" She pounds the counter, knocking a bunch of tiny nuts and bolts around. "Misdick…" She growls, tugging on something with all her weight before smashing a wrench into whatever it is. "...misdirection," she calms down, wiping her brow, "whatever the hell you call it won't work on me. I told you what needed to be done and-" Her ears flex and she whips around, swishing tail swinging past her blue eyes. "Oh."
[pc.Hands] raised, you step forward, beginning to introduce yourself.
{metFledaInMines: "The wandering [pc.raceCuteShort] again." Perched on a crate, she turns around, sizing you up with a mix of empathy and inquisitiveness. "{cardRFID: Dunno why you didn't take the RFID card, but whatever. The Jumpers can't spend for shit anyway. Better someone else gets their mits on the loot. / Guess that RFID card helped you out some…}" //didNotMeetFleda: Perched on a crate, the tiny, short-haired mouse-mechanic sizes you up with an arched eyebrow and eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Huh. Been a long time since that deadbeat trusted anyone to wander around here. Unsupervised no less. I hope you don't plan on bothering me. I'm too busy to entertain a sightseeing [pc.raceCuteShort]-[pc.boyGirl] looking for the next pair of legs to spread." Her tail points at you dismissively. "Consider that your hint."}
She turns around, stretching her back. "Look, just don't fucking touch anything. Not even a screw, you got me?" You nod emphatically. "The last thing I need is someone making off with my tools."
Taken aback by her introduction, you simply watch her return to work without another word while you consider articulating a topic of interest...