( He blows out a slow breath, shoots a glance over at his workstation. A dismembered railway rifle sits beside a pile of ammo, which in turn sits beside a pile of scrap, cluttering every square inch of space save what his drafting papers need to occupy. )

Well... I found out I can produce more guns if I break one down to raw components and duplicate those and then reassemble, so I'm... making guns and ammo, working on a few things for the emergency bunker beneath the theater, and then... I don't know if you saw that giant fucking robot outside?

( He sounds amused as hell over it, vaguely points his thumb over his shoulder in its general direction. )

But the guy that pilots it doesn't exactly have a giant fucking robot mechanic, so I'm trying to map out how it works in case it... stops working. It connects to the guy's head through a neural implant, so there's... probably nobody better qualified to do it right now.

( And obviously, now music stuff. That one is essential to help him stay upbeat through the aforementioned list. )