As she returned to Hephastus' abode, the door automatically began to unlock as she approached.  It had a complicated vault-like locking system which would be difficult to jimmie or bust without the power of a immortal many thousands of years old.  Sensing her presence, it immediately unlocked for her as it always did.  The heavy bronze doors opening very stately with scenes from her life with him etched on the gleaming surface.  Much of the mess the complex was cleaned up.  Bronze automatons moved along sweeping and cleaning the mess from the battle which had occured here.  Several of them stopped what they were doing and slowly backed away from her, clearing her a path into the residence.<br/><br/>She would be able to hear hammering.  Hephastus was a troubled soul.  He never stayed asleep for long, always up with kinetic energy and hammering on something.  He created and perfected mechanized miracles of every kind almost compulsively.  Especially at moments when he was troubled or had something on his mind, then he always threw himself into his labors for hours unending as if he were like one of his own machines... almost unfeeling of fatigue or wear and tear or almost anything else about the softness of flesh, except where Calista was involved.  As she entered the great glowing crimson pool of lava which served as the furnace upon which he wrought his creations, he paused.  Stopping in mid stroke for a few moments before beating down again a few more times before picking up the strange looking mechanism he quenched in a sizzling trough of mercury and sulfur.  His leg struts hissed as well as he turned to glance her way.