[ A familiar Someone is at the other end of the door. Though, he doesn't immediately turn to acknowledge the kid. Miguel has his head and forearms buried in a server rack-like cabinet that he was constructing for a work space. The noodly aluminum sliding racks took time to assemble together and align correctly, so he was doing them one at a time from the top down. It was painfully archaic and time-consuming compared to what he could put together in Nueva York, but it'll be necessary for their missions.
In the meantime, it appears that he was assigned to be the local Lucky-Wrangler, since he can't stop himself from being the Guy Who Steps Up. Especially not after seeing how Boba knocked the fuck out the instant he got something of a meal. However, unable to stay away from his work for too long, he found a compromise. Keep an eye on feral boy, get necessary work done.
So, outside of the room was a scattered amount of supplies around his space. It was organized chaos - the tools all in one area and building materials in another. Screwdrivers weren't as effective as knives, but maybe they could be useful in a pinch. ]
the aftermath continues.......
In the meantime, it appears that he was assigned to be the local Lucky-Wrangler, since he can't stop himself from being the Guy Who Steps Up. Especially not after seeing how Boba knocked the fuck out the instant he got something of a meal. However, unable to stay away from his work for too long, he found a compromise. Keep an eye on feral boy, get necessary work done.
So, outside of the room was a scattered amount of supplies around his space. It was organized chaos - the tools all in one area and building materials in another. Screwdrivers weren't as effective as knives, but maybe they could be useful in a pinch. ]