In a a room with nobody but herself, it amazes Scarlett that she was given permission to work in one of the workshops alone. Although perhaps she shouldn't be as it's not unusual to trust adults with working on their weapons by themselves. It's just a strange thing as her grandfather had always supervised her when she worked on Prism; guiding her and teaching her the most efficient ways to construct her weapon. Without his watchful eyes, she felt a bit lost when she worked on her gun. But she couldn't allow her Prism to go without its needed maintenance, so she worked on it anyways.
The workshop itself wasn't entirely hidden away and was in fact quite obvious and easy to come across. Which explains how Scarlett found the room in the first place. Several workdesks were laid about, as well as tools that lined the wall. Scarlett didn't take much room as she looked over her gun, taking up a single workdesk with a few tools nearby. Near said desk was also a few diagrams that the girl had drawn up, considering how to improve on her weapon's design right now if she could. In addition, a few vials of a blue-colored dust is about as well, apparently designed to be used as ammunition; for the gun, most likely.
Scarlett dutifully worked on her gun, giving a slight hum as she was in her own little world for the moment. Nothing really mattered or existed to her as she measured, dismantled and cleaned the several parts that consisted of her weapon. And faint sounds of metal could probably be heard even outside of the room in the hallway. The door to the workshop wasn't locked as the space wasn't just hers and could have easily been entered if someone so desired to.
The workshop itself wasn't entirely hidden away and was in fact quite obvious and easy to come across. Which explains how Scarlett found the room in the first place. Several workdesks were laid about, as well as tools that lined the wall. Scarlett didn't take much room as she looked over her gun, taking up a single workdesk with a few tools nearby. Near said desk was also a few diagrams that the girl had drawn up, considering how to improve on her weapon's design right now if she could. In addition, a few vials of a blue-colored dust is about as well, apparently designed to be used as ammunition; for the gun, most likely.
Scarlett dutifully worked on her gun, giving a slight hum as she was in her own little world for the moment. Nothing really mattered or existed to her as she measured, dismantled and cleaned the several parts that consisted of her weapon. And faint sounds of metal could probably be heard even outside of the room in the hallway. The door to the workshop wasn't locked as the space wasn't just hers and could have easily been entered if someone so desired to.