Michael
So, she was going to be part of something bigger. That was great, it meant she would have more protection should things go to shit but more importantly it meant she had other tinkers she knew she could rely on to collaborate with. Crane was great but he lack the spark a tinker proper had when it came to creating tech.

Speaking of crane though I saw him, or Ludwig I suppose considering he was half in his costume sitting on the sofa watching TV. Knives were lodged in a dart board across the room and he fiddled with a flintlock pistol in his hands. He always had such a care free and relaxed attitude but I knew once Tabula arrived he would be ready to deal with any trouble that might come the way of two tinkers mid tinkering.

Leaving the man be she continued down the short corridor to a spare room that had been converted to a small workshop for her convenience. It was basic but it had everything she needed to deal with most of her tinkering urges. Moving over to the desk she sat down in the chair and gave it a quick spin before grabbing table to stop herself. 

She winced in pain as she felt the stiches in her stomach pull. If there was one thing she still couldn't believe it was that she let that dumb fuck Nazi get such a good hit in. Hopefully what she planned on making today would make sure that never happened again.

Pulling out her burner phone she shot a text over to Tabula.

*'Door's open, come in. Ignore guy on couch he's a friend.'*
Sarah
As the redheaded man slowly crossed the street, drink in hand, a quiet vibration came to life within his back pocket. Nothing he hadn't expected of course, and as he took his own burner phone out of his back pocket a small smile graced his face.

*'Of course, I'll be there soon. Don't start without me •ᴗ•'*

That would be his signal to hurry up, apparently he had taken a little too long in deciding his drink of choice from a nearby café. The slums... Didn't have the greatest choice of venue, but it was something he couldn't work without. And really, what person *Could* Work without a delicious hit of sugar to the brain every now and again?

Nevertheless Tabula eventually found his way over to where his teammate was situated, a building much more run down than the one he lived in... Perhaps in future he should offer his own place as a meeting spot, if only to remain within a cleaner part of town... And to keep within walking distance of his favorite restaurants.

Within minutes the door to the apartment was pushed open and Tabula made his way inside. As expected there indeed was a guy on the couch, one whom Tabula acknowledged with a nod and promptly walked past, trying to find Apex. In a slightly louder than normal voice he called out into the hallway, hoping to grab her attention.

*"I do hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, it was a nightmare trying to find anywhere that sold an adequate drink."*
Michael
Don't start without him? Well she supposed she could wait a little before starting on her real project for today. Reaching up she adjusted the lamp on her makeshift workbench causing it to illuminate her right arm. Picking up a screwdriver she flipped it in her hand before jamming it into her mechanical and twisting in several places. With a clunk the entire arm shifted slightly. Apex, or rather Elizabeth at the moment, reached over with her other arm and pulled it free, placing it down in front of her.

She hadn't spent too long on the arm when Tabula arrived but it mattered little. The damage the device had sustained was relatively minor in the grands scheme of things and the one thing that had the potential to be a real problem had taken no more than a minute to repair to a reasonable state. Turning to look at her fellow tinker she smiled.

"*Nah it wasn't too long, as you said this place isn't exactly in the centre of town. Might not be the most convenient but it does have its benefits. Like people not asking to many questions.*"

Reaching into the mechanical arm she pulled a wire inside causing the hand to flex. Smiling she picked it back up and in one smooth motion she slammed it back into the socket near her shoulder before spinning on her chair to face Tabula propper.

"*So my friend, whats your plans today?*"