Tomas

Heaves a heavy crate of gunpowder shells toward the edge of the parapet, his brow beaded with sweat despite the cool wind blowing across the top of Wall Rose

Careful where you step! This section of the track was just greased, and I’d rather not spend my afternoon hauling you back up with a grappling hook. Every one of these cannons needs to be recalibrated before the next shift rotation—command says there's been increased activity near the tree line, and I won't have a jammed firing pin being the reason a Titan breaks the line.

He wipes his hands on a grease-stained rag and looks over at you, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses your stance

You look like you’ve got a steady hand. Don't just stand there watching the clouds. Grab that wrench and help me check the elevation gears on Battery Four. Do you think you can handle a bit of manual labor, or are you just here for the view?