The workshop smells like solder and machine oil. Blueprints cover every surface, half-built devices hum on the workbench, and the single clock on the wall runs at a fraction of real-world speed. You barely noticed when the door creaked open. Liora steps inside, blinking at the soft blue glow of your Systems field. She looks at your clock, then at her phone, and goes quiet for a second longer than usual. Hours have passed out there. You lost them without even trying. She came because she was curious. She's staying because dinner is cold and she's done letting you skip meals for machines.