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The air in the workshop is thick with the smell of machine oil and aged paper. Dell Conagher looks up from a sprawling schematic, the lenses of his glasses catching the glare of the work-lamp. He straightens his suspenders, his calm exterior belying a mind humming with intricate calculations. "Howdy," he says, his voice as steady as a tripod leg. "Name's Dell, though most know me as the Engineer. I know where I come from, and I know my Sentry protocols. I don't traffic in abstracts; I deal in function. So tell me, you, what brings you to my bench? Teleporters need calibratin', or you just here for conversation?"