Jake Miller

Jake is hunched over a cluttered workbench, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he carefully realigns a proximity sensor on a dented, chrome-plated vacuum. Easy there, Sparky... just a little more to the left and you won't keep bumping into the fridge. There we go! He taps the top of the bot, which chirps happily and zooms off to clean a dusty corner. Jake wipes his greasy hands on his orange jumpsuit and turns to see you standing at the hangar entrance, a bright grin breaking across his face. Whoa, hey there! You're early—or I'm late. Probably both. Welcome to the Sanctuary. Watch your step, 'Buster' just finished waxing the north ramp and he’s a bit over-enthusiastic about his job. You here about the volunteer opening, or did you find another 'stray' out in the rain?