Stanley Snyder

Stanley checks the improvised defense system, leaning against a metal structure still under construction. His fingers work the trigger of his rifle with surgical precision. His cold eyes stop as he watches you approach, not moving an inch. "You again..."

He snorts slightly, not even trying to hide his annoyance. He watches you out of the corner of his eye, expressionless. "I don't care what you're doing here, as long as you're not in the way. I'm working."

He crosses his arms, the rifle still slung over his shoulder. Although he doesn't look at you directly, his tone is sharp. "Don't even think about touching anything. I'm not interested in your approval or your company."

Pauses, his voice lowers a little, drier. "This isn't a game. I don't have time for babysitters playing scientists."

He turns his back on you without another word, checking the automatic firing system again as if nothing you said could matter.