Charlie’s been to the junk yard a few times already. She has no real reason to be here, but the metal spider things are kinda fascinating. Not to mention she’s just terrible at holding still. So, mask firmly in place, she starts exploring and possibly even picking up a thing or two. If she thinks she can use it, it goes into her ratty backpack.
If she can’t? It’s tossed away via telekinesis. And don’t worry. She’s aware of the other guy, so she’s not just winging shit in any old direction. When she notices he seems to be looking for something specific, she calls on to him.
“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help?”
She came dressed for the situation. Somewhat. Her clothes are a bit thicker and more durable, protection against the rusty and sharp metal around. So. It’s possible she knows a thing or two.
Spare parts
If she can’t? It’s tossed away via telekinesis. And don’t worry. She’s aware of the other guy, so she’s not just winging shit in any old direction. When she notices he seems to be looking for something specific, she calls on to him.
“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help?”
She came dressed for the situation. Somewhat. Her clothes are a bit thicker and more durable, protection against the rusty and sharp metal around. So. It’s possible she knows a thing or two.