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Orion nodded. It was hard for him to understand. He'd never really had problems talking to people... minus the authority figures in his life, of course. Mom and Dad had never had an easy time trying to raise a wild child like himself.

With a smile, he offered, "Well, you're welcome to come in, if you'd like," as he turned to the shop, he said over his shoulder, "The afternoons are always slow."

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Orion’s eyes followed Cornel’s until he realized that the man was actually staring at nothing. Hands shoved in pockets, gaze averted, the man in front of Orion seemed to be trying to disappear into thin air. Amber eyes fell to the ground and he wished he hadn’t made the engineer so uncomfortable.

“Ah. I’ll just go, if that would make you… more comfortable… ah, shit, I don’t know. My shop’s right over there, you know….” he stared at his feet, shaking his head. “You can always stop in for a cup of… whatever it is you drink. Coffee? Tea?”

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Isis comes over to orion and grinned then warpped an arm around his wist, she was going for his shoulders but with her hight the wist was easyer. "haven't seen you around in a while."

"Isis," the lanky man smirked. She would have been too short to reach his shoulders comfortably, anyways. "Hope you haven't been getting into too many shenanigans while I've been gone."

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Orion's eyes followed Cornel's until he realized that the man was actually staring at nothing. Hands shoved in pockets, gaze averted, the man in front of Orion seemed to be trying to disappear into thin air. Amber eyes fell to the ground and he wished he hadn't made the engineer so uncomfortable.

"Ah. I'll just go, if that would make you... more comfortable... ah, shit, I don't know. My shop's right over there, you know...." he stared at his feet, shaking his head. "You can always stop in for a cup of... whatever it is you drink. Coffee? Tea?"

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“They are.” he said, with a frown. “I have the dossiers uploaded to my personal computer at the shop if you need to check… I don’t need Shepard storming my store.” Orion smirked his lopsided grin.

“Oh, you aren’t keeping me from anything. Place opens when I say open, closes when I say closed. And… uh… Sorry if I seemed… intimidating? I don’t mean to make you nervous.” he scratched the back of his neck. He knew the scars could be intimidating, but more than anything, he knew it was the stare. Watch any ex-merc that had found the darker path and stayed on it for a while and you’d know those glassy eyes pierced anything.

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Orion's elbow nearly slipped off the workbench. The man had actually stated a price! He chuckled quietly as he gave up on the hard labor, using the laser from his omnitool to simply single off the metal waste. "you don't know the half of this hot mess," he chuckled. "Or maybe you do..."

 The shavings fell to the floor as he brushed them over the edge of the table. "Grindshaft cylinders? Those can be a bitch. I would suggest removing the entire case from the grindshaft and trying to adjust the valves that way before mounting it on the engine," he said, wiping his hands on his jeans. "It isn't often I have a guy come in here asking me for more than just a pistol with an overadjusted heat sink."

He was incredibly curious at this point. "What are you working on? I'm a bit of a tinkerer, but as you can see...." he gestured. "For me, it's mostly just guns. Orion Metgas," he said, extending his hand eagerly.

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A sweat was beading on the tall man’s brow as he attempted to scrub the mess from welding off his workbench. The splatter of hot metal had dried to resemble burned woodchips, woodchips that required a chemical agent and a lot of upper arm strength to remove. Orion cursed himself and his laziness. He had just barely noticed the new visitor in his shop.

“Hey- there-” he said between scrubs. “What can I- erg- do ya for?”

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"They are." he said, with a frown. "I have the dossiers uploaded to my personal computer at the shop if you need to check... I don't need Shepard storming my store." Orion smirked his lopsided grin.

"Oh, you aren't keeping me from anything. Place opens when I say open, closes when I say closed. And... uh... Sorry if I seemed... intimidating? I don't mean to make you nervous." he scratched the back of his neck. He knew the scars could be intimidating, but more than anything, he knew it was the stare. Watch any ex-merc that had found the darker path and stayed on it for a while and you'd know those glassy eyes pierced anything.

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Orion grasped Cornel’s hand in a brief but firm shake. “Orion Metgas. … Presidium? I own Weapon’s Bench over there,” he poked his thumb in the direction of a small shop over his shoulder. “I just customize weapons and outfit small mercenary groups. … Legal ones, of course.” he chuckled, and sighed awkwardly.

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Orion grasped Cornel's hand in a brief but firm shake. "Orion Metgas. ... Presidium? I own Weapon's Bench over there," he poked his thumb in the direction of a small shop over his shoulder. "I just customize weapons and outfit small mercenary groups. ... Legal ones, of course." he chuckled, and sighed awkwardly.

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“Errrr, no,” he said, looking around. The Presidium looked the same as usual. Orion was just on his way back to the shop after a much-needed lunch hour. Or two. He hadn’t counted. “I don’t think I am. Unless the Citadel’s changed in the past two hours,” he laughed. He noticed that the man before him looked a little uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

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/He rests his chin briefly on top of her head, a small smile tracing his lips before she pushes him away to frown at him/ What! Well. I can't blame you. I did kind of just get up and go. But look at you. You look different... just can't put my finger on it...

How could I forget that face? /he chuckles/

I’ve been… travelling. I feel like it’s been a lifetime and a half, that’s for damn sure. /he squeezes her tightly/ Hell yeah, I’m back for good. Glad to be!

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"Errrr, no," he said, looking around. The Presidium looked the same as usual. Orion was just on his way back to the shop after a much-needed lunch hour. Or two. He hadn't counted. "I don't think I am. Unless the Citadel's changed in the past two hours," he laughed. He noticed that the man before him looked a little uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

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“H-Hi, can I uh, he-help you?” He studied the man standing in front of him, biting down on his lip.

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The Citadel: Purgatory Bar

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A sweat was beading on the tall man's brow as he attempted to scrub the mess from welding off his workbench. The splatter of hot metal had dried to resemble burned woodchips, woodchips that required a chemical agent and a lot of upper arm strength to remove. Orion cursed himself and his laziness. He had just barely noticed the new visitor in his shop.

"Hey- there-" he said between scrubs. "What can I- erg- do ya for?"