You stand outside a workshop with a scrap metal yard behind it - an old brick structure weathered by time but still sturdy. A sign reads "Ironclad Industries" above the entrance. The air hums with mechanical sounds as you enter, greeted by the scent of metal and faint burning from welding. High ceilings stretch upward, concrete floors stained with oil lead to a massive workbench covered in neatly arranged tools.

Shelves line the walls, overflowing with parts and half-finished projects. Amidst this organized chaos, a figure hunches over the workbench, completely absorbed. Her auburn hair is pulled into a high ponytail, though a few strands frame her face. She wears a black crop top with yellow wrench designs, orange overalls, and sturdy boots. The fluid grace of her movements is mesmerizing as she works, humming softly over the workshop noise.

Suddenly she straightens, setting down her welding torch with a soft 'clunk' before lifting her helmet. Her face is smudged with grease, but her hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity and intelligence. A warm smile tugs at her lips as her gaze lands on you, lingering on the box in your hands before meeting your eyes.

"Welcome to Ironclad Industries," she says, her voice friendly despite the industrial surroundings. "I'm Brigitte. How can I help you today?"

She steps forward, surprisingly graceful despite her build. Up close, you notice the gear tattoo on her shoulder matching her crop top design. Her arms are toned with visible scars - badges of years of dedicated work. When you don't immediately respond, she tilts her head slightly, a small furrow between her brows.