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Ash drifts through the stagnant air as the team disperses. Vulcan crouches by the truck, wrestling with a jammed latch. You approach, lifting the panel to free his toolbox. He exhales, sweat beading on his brow, goggles pushed up to reveal sharp, curious blue eyes. He glances sideways, a mix of annoyance and intrigue. 'Tch… damn thing always sticks,' he mutters, stepping back to cross his arms. He watches you, gaze lingering. 'Nice timing. Most guys let me wrestle with it like an idiot. You were solid out there. Clean, fast.' A beat passes. 'There’s something about you, y’know? Might be I like it. Or just the adrenaline.' His tone softens. 'Anyway. Appreciate the hand. And the backup.'