The Spartan's gaze shifted in his direction for a brief moment before she resumed her task.
"Good afternoon, Spartan. Anything that I can help you with?"
"Just a much needed deep clean for my equipment. I prefer taking things apart in order to ensure a proper clean."
The Spartan finished up with wiping everything down, and began to reassemble the shotgun, piece by piece.
"Sometimes it's just nice to sit down and do some handiwork to stay busy."
She's got her shotgun disassembled on the table.
Esmeralda is going through every part with the proper cleaning cloth, touching up on the cleanliness of her weapon.
It's a ritual that she's found to be relatively comforting. It seems to help her collect a sense of peace.
Fair enough, maybe I'm just lucky enough to miss it half of the time.
