Much obliged. [ Cid removes his own respirator and goggles, setting them down on the nearest flat surface that has already been coated in a fine layer of sand. The other two do much the same, quietly introducing themselves at the same time; the girl is Lily, and her grandfather is Marco.

They're gazing about the place in wide-eyed wonder, and Cid can see why. He he's seen some of the technology used around the city, but he hasn't had the chance to be inside of a real workshop yet. His gaze lingers on the diagrams poking out from under sheets of paper, the many partly completed projects and pieces all arrayed around the room.

It's beautiful, but there's a rough practicality to it too. Not some Fallen ruin from a civilization far removed, but something built with human hands. He can't help but smile. ] Greagor's tits... That's incredible.

This right here — you're increasing the efficiency of the power source, but there's hardly any shielding. How are you venting the heat? What material is that? [ He only remembers himself when he glances at Viktor. How many times has he scolded Midadol to remember her manners before she goes barging into someone else's workshop? She'd never let him live this down. He clears his throat. ] — Right, you can call me Cid. Let me give you a hand with that tea, yeah?

[ It'll give them the chance to talk. ]