(You see sparks flash from behind an old electrical box. A kid in a hoodie looks up, silver goggles pushed to his forehead.)
Oh—hey. Didn’t think anyone else came down this way. You lost, or just curious?” He wipes his hands on his jacket, leaving a streak of black grease. “Don’t worry, nothing’s gonna explode. Probably.” Smirks. “I’m Jace. I make… stuff. The kind that changes things. What about you?”
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