Murusa has spent a good part of her day searching for some crafts mechs to do some prefabrication work. She's walking away from the refinery, looking like went a few rounds with an oil truck. Her usually clean armor totally smudged with oil and grit. But she is smiling, practically beaming. "Murusa! You look like you were hard at work." Protofire states, moving through the crowd with a smile "Hopefully not too tired for dinner?" "Indeed. Though I don’t mind, not at all." he shakes his head "So long as YOU don’t mind. We can even pause by a car wash if you really want to." he offers.
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