[It's funny that Dion feels that way, because Sesa- in contrast- craves having projects to work on. Only just recently has he been given a larger project to keep himself busy, which Dion will actually get to see first-hand as he walks into the workshop. Now typically, he leaves the big door to the "garage" open to the air because he just likes it that way, but he's having to keep things locked down pretty tightly to avoid letting little snakes in. It's unfortunate, but at least it means he can work without feeling like he's bothering people with the noise.

On the table as Dion comes in, he'll see a large cross-shaped pile of metal and exposed machinery of what's clearly a gun that's been taken apart almost completely while he works to replace broken parts and piece it all back together while giving it a good cleaning as he goes. It's taking a while, since Wolfwood's had his gun in a desert for years...so much sand in all of the inner workings, sigh.

Sesa lifts his head from where he'd been tinkering at it with a screwdriver as he hears someone come in, pushing up his goggles onto his head in front of his horns with a friendly smile, despite seeing a face he doesn't recognize.]

Mm? Why yes, the one and only. How apt that he should recommend my services...and you will be serviced well, I can assure you.

[D

don't say it like that-]

What can I do for you, Sir....?