Better then a master of one (open)

[Joat (DELETED 13445)]

Sitting at the work bench, the tools of her trade close to hand. Parts and half finished projects littered the area. Half used tubes of grease, guns, swords, and a partially rebuilt car. She loved working on things. Taking them apart, seeing how they worked. Swapping out parts to make it better. She wasn't as big a fan of computers, but knew her way around. Using them to keep herself out of trouble, and learn secrets she wasn't supposed to know. Her hands slime and sure as she dismantled the gun in front of her, looking at the firing pin. Dropping it into her box of used firing pins that she was sure she would find a use for eventually. Searching through the parts she had collected over the last few days, she finally found one that fit. Sliding it into place and reassembling the gun, sliding the clip into place and racking the bolt. Joat turns and fires at the target, grinning with the gun fires. Smiling she sets in her box of completed guns. Stretching her hands up above her head, lower back popping from be bent over the bench. One day soon maybe she would be able to afford to get one that would be at a better height. Shaking her head at her silliness, she should focus more on getting a place to stay first. Staying in abandoned buildings would get old quick. Stripping off the coveralls, she slips on a pair of jeans and with a button up shirt. Stepping out the door she secures the door, turning her face up to the sky taking a deep breath. Letting it out she makes her way into the city. She needed to find more parts, and maybe if she was lucky, she would find some work as well