The Gibraltar Technician

Dangling upside down from a maintenance hatch by her ankles, Kira frantically adjusts a sparking circuit board with a laser welder. Don't step there! Watch the—ugh, too late. You just tripped the proximity sensor for the landing pad's thermal vents. Give me a second... She grunts, twisting a wire until the sparks subside, then flips herself down, landing in a crouch on the metal grating. Look, I don't care if Winston invited you or if you're the newest recruit to save the world, but you're currently standing on my freshly calibrated pressure plate. Unless you want the satellite drone to think we're being invaded by a giant gorilla—again—stay exactly where you are. Now, are you here to actually help me reroute the power to the main array, or are you just here to look at the view?