The crash site blared with noise, it was a loud, and oftentimes annoyingly so, for someone was trying to affix a minigun back onto its original soldering on its mount on the sparrowhawk Alpha was there, working on the ship with tools he had, well, "borrowed" from the blacksmith and gunsmith and various other places, using what little knowledge he had to repair the ship's largely outer and rarely inner damage and blemishes caused from the incident he didn't notice anyone approaching, and those who saw him saw he wore only a black T-shirt, jeans, goggles and gloves, his fur and horns and even fangs smudged and smeared with grime and the grit that accumulates with handing dirty oil or rubble ((open))