[a big, unconvinced and smug grin; tsun game knows tsun game]

More like you're lucky I'm so proactive. Or do you wanna keep smelling all the gross, stale sweat around here?

[Rin familiarizes himself with some tools to take out on the mission; things that cut, and lift, and grip, absently watching various instructional videos while he keeps getting ready. his hair is drawn up next, to shove into the suit]

I think we should focus on the metal. I know a guy that can sort of -- melt-fix things with a robot arm. We could have working facilities by the end of the week, maybe.

[welcome to the optimism idealist corner with your host, a gay shark]