"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" Xoltchi waved his hands around to get rid of the cloud of vapor which had escaped from the pneumatics after the heat inside the forge surged and caused one of the tubings to burst. He snarled, spraying a multi-purpose gel over the split in the transparent material to seal the gas inside. It was not toxic, no, not to him. For he had his lungs replaced with some sort of gas regulator, simply put, he had a pair of cybernetic lungs which cleaned out the air for him. All he needed to be careful about was acids, at least that was what the package said. The array of different AI screens blinked confusedly before an insane amount of yammering occurred, demanding that Xoltchi should explain the situation to them immediately.<br/><br/>He flipped a switch at the far end of the room, causing the vents to suck the clouds out and release them into the atmosphere. It was harmless, or else his customers would start dying every time there was a leak. It was just plain annoying to bump into tables and cluttered equipment. He released a breath and returned to where he was at, cannibalizing the Heat blade for its successor. He took his time, his customer's projects were all completed which left him to finish his own interests, which was tinkering around and creating something which would sell well.<br/><br/>That or picking up mechanisms and studying them like most of his kind were well known for. He cleared the workbench when he was done and laid down new sheets of metal and began marking down the lines where cuts would be made. Plus a switch.