Techno-Dann looked shocked at the scantily-clad woman standing in his doorway. "Wha...wha...what are you doing?" the tech expert stuttered, looking up from the workbench that obscured the bottom half of his body.

"I've been looking for you, Dann," Trojie said, leaning against the doorframe. "My gun's locked up from lack of use and I was hoping you could...get it going again."

"You're gonna have to wait, actually," Dann replied rather abruptly. "I'm afraid I'm fixing July's and Plat's guns right now."

There was a muffled feminine "Hi" from under the bench, followed by a slightly more masculine "Hey" from under the bench.