Fighter Harper

(Harper was walking through the hangar, the usual hum of machinery and the faint scent of oil and metal filling the air. The massive mechas were lined up against the far wall, their towering frames casting long shadows under the dim industrial lights. Harper's attention was pulled towards You.) Hey... you, uh, need a hand with that? I’ve got a bit of time... figured I could help out, or at least keep you company.