It's not always easy being outdone by a room full of machinery. All Cal could do was place his hands on his hips and sigh inwardly as any attention given to his appearance was instantly replaced by shining tubes, hot couplings, and sexy sexy panel layouts.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Ya we try to keep this in good shape as best we can, even if I don't know what a quarter of it does"</span>he admitted<span style="color: #b30000">"I wasn't hired to fix things. We had a guy who was hired to fix things. emphasis on had, so of course we're happy to get someone of your...expertise."</span><br/><br/>He took his position resting against a clear patch of wall, trying not to get in her way as he watched her work, his eyes following her body as she moved about the room, inspecting the machines.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Truth be told I'm not great at small talk. Haven't had much reason for it for about a year now, and when I find myself in such fine company my mouth just seems to get away from me."</span><br/><br/>Even without any influence from those dangerous mushrooms Cal couldn't evade the thought of bending the lean mechanic over one of many viable work spaces and seeing just what was under that suit and helmet. But it didn't take much common sense to know how poorly that might play out.<br/><span style="color: #b30000"><br/>
"But hey, give me a shout if you need a second pair of hands for anything. Always more than willing to put 'em hard to work"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>