Azzy was keeping a careful eye on the die machine that was spitting out threaded screws into a tray near his hand. For every two it dumped, he managed to cut the slots into the head of one. There was a box of nuts at the end of the table he was working at, and beside it, the box he was dropping screws into was nearly as full as the other. He never faltered or slowed in his work, but did wipe his nose once on his sleeve since he thought no one was looking.<br/><br/>The din the two machines made â€“ the threading cylinder and the slotting machine â€“ was nearly ear shattering, and he was wearing ear muffs to cut out the noise. So it was really no surprise that he didnâ€™t notice right away that there was anyone else around at all. Heâ€™d honestly forgotten the time in the hurry to get this done. Bolts for the repairs on the inside were getting low, so heâ€™d made due with melting down the scrap theyâ€™d pulled off before starting them.<br/><br/>When he did finally notice, he shut down both die machines and pulled the headgear off his ears. â€œMorninâ€™ Capâ€™n. Whaâ€™ can I do fer yous?â€