"I think," Morry closed up the side of the sentry and gave it a loving pat, "ye weren't told much at all then." He grinned at the other engineer and motioned for him to sit down on a crate. "This is my sixth, and it's not a thing like one through five." He pulled an empty crate over and took a seat, pushing his hardhat out of his eyes. They had some time to kill, and from here they'd be able to hear anything but a spy's approach from at least fifty yards. Morry leaned forward, elbows coming to rest on his knees. "I take it this is yer second. What was the first like?" He was always interested in hearing about the strange goings-on at other bases around the country, especially since he'd been stuck at this one for longer than he'd like to admit. "Did they allow women there? We have a couple here." He motioned behind him with his thumb, back toward base. He'd been to a couple of bases that hadn't seen any women in years. It was curious how regulation differed from region to region.<br/><br/>He gave Enzo a long, hard look after a moment. "Y'say yer not much of a fighter. I hate t'wonder how ya even got sucked inta this."