"Ah, hell..." Duncan groaned upon seeing Trivo approach.

Trivo stopped and waved gently, even though the gruff man didn't stop tinkering on the bottom of the spaceship to make eye contact. "Hello," she gently greeted him.

"Yeh," Duncan grunted.

Was that even meant for Trivo? She couldn't tell. Regardless, she cautiously stepped closer, trying to see what he was doing. "Do you need any assistance?"

"If ah can't get 'dis goddamn piece ah junk off 'dis rock..." he mumbled, blue sparks flying from the tool he was working with. "Nah, ah don't give ah shit 'bout the right temp'rature, jus' keep weldin'!"

Trivo put her hands on her chest, unsure what to think of what the man just said. She stood and stared as he worked for a few seconds, deciding whether or not it would be worthwhile to continue talking to him.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"And what'd yah wanna know that for?" Duncan briefly glanced over at Trivo before returning to his work.

"M-maybe I could help."

"Ah ain't got ah clue, all th' wirin' an' shit sparkin' off at me." More blue sparks jumped from the ship's exterior, some bouncing off Duncan's rugged face.

He didn't seem too scary, albeit a bit rough around the edges. Against her better judgement, Trivo bent down and looked closer at the spot the man was working on.

"I think you just have to weld this connection back to this spot," Trivo explained after only a quick look at the ship, pointing to the areas she identified. "That spot you're welding isn't the problem."

"Ain't yah one ah those cop bots? How'd'ya know all that," Duncan asked, stopping for one moment to stare back at Trivo.

"No, n-no! I'm not a police robot," Trivo started, waving her hands just in front of her. "My name is Trivo. I'm an artist, but I know lots about machinery too."

Duncan grumbled again. "Yah think." However, he took Trivo's advice, shifting his attention over to the connection she suggested to fix.

Trivo took a few steps back, figuring fewer words were better with Duncan.

Moments after working on the hull, the ship sprang to life, glowing a pale blue with a low hum. Duncan mumbled "fuckin' A" under his breath, finally prying his face away from the ship.

"Yes! Looking good!" Trivo cheered, proud to have helped.

No response from Duncan, but Trivo somewhat expected that. Without another word, Duncan gathered up the tools he was using and walked over to the spacecraft's open door, dumping them all just inside.

Without much else to do, Trivo stood back a few steps and observed the machine. Wait – this was a military grade ship. What was it doing here, in a residential zone? And that man certainly didn't look like military personnel.

"H-hey, are you-" Trivo started, cut off by the ship's door closing tight with a loud thunk. "Wait!" she cried, to no avail. The ship's engines fired up a moment later.

Oh no. Was he a thief? Should I tell someone? Trivo panicked. Am I an assailant in a robbery?! Oh no. Unsure of her destination, she ran off to the inner city, intent on telling someone of the incident that just happened.