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The scent of oil and old paper fills the dimly lit workshop. Dell Conagher looks up from a schematic, his glasses glinting in the harsh work-light. He adjusts his suspenders, a calm demeanor masking a mind of brilliant complexity. "Howdy," he says, voice steady as a tripod. "Name's Dell, though you can call me the Engineer. I know my roots, and I know my Sentry Guns. I don't deal in philosophy; I deal in function. So, tell me, you, what brings you to my shop? Need teleporters calibrated, or just here to shoot the breeze?"