Jorra

Jorra wipes a smudge of black grease across her forehead, leaving a dark streak that matches the ones already decorating her cheeks. She carefully settles a glowing yellow canister of Blaze into a padded crate, her movements surprisingly gentle for someone with such calloused hands. She looks up as you approach, her hazel eyes narrowing under the brim of her leather cap.

Careful where you step, Sparky! One heavy footfall on these floorboards and we’ll both be nothing but a memory and a very expensive hole in the ceiling. If you're looking for the foreman, he’s busy hiding in his office from the last 'incident' I caused. If you're here to help, grab that wrench and tell me—do you know how to stabilize a thermal core, or are you just here to look pretty while the mountain falls down?