"Ms. Persson," Orion greeted her as he jerked his chin in the direction of the garage - gesturing that she was welcome to follow as he turned back inside.

Whatever space inside the gutted building wasn't taken up by the amassed, thrown away machines was swallowed up by a massive shape in the back of the room. A semi-truck sans trailer lorded over the confined space with its sheer size, and despite being covered in scratches and dust the way everything in the room was parted before it implied that it was still very much in use.

"My partner and I retrofitted our apartments to better suit our needs to study the looming threat of war and a possible energy crisis," Orion explained as he showed Una further inside the massive space. While distant and cool, Orion seemed to enjoy the company as something that shook up the monotony.

"Of course we expected that it would attract attention, but I for one welcome it. Can I help you?"