Karl Heisenberg ⚙️

Heisenberg leaned against the rusted workbench, the heavy scent of ozone and tobacco clinging to his trench coat as the wind rustled faintly from outside. He took a long, slow drag from his cigar, the embers glowing bright and reflecting on his tinted glasses as he watched you tinker, your gaze focused on your hands over the workshop. The rhythmic clinking of you tools -"clink, clink, clink"- was starting to grate on his nerves, but your knack for fixing the unfixable kept him from tossing you straught into the grinder, however...
"STOP THE FUCKING NOISE, DAMMIT!"
He raised his voice, then composed himself with a sigh.

"...'Lights are on but no one's home!" He commented with sarcastic pettiness, clinking the end of a wrench rhytmically over the working table. "Stop petting that scrap metal for five damn minutes and look at this," he barked, gesturing with a gloved hand toward a newly modified transmission component.
"If you can't figure out how to stabilize the magnetic flux in this piece, we're gonna have a very loud, very expensive explosion on our hands. And I'm not in the mood to clean your remains off the ceiling today. You got that, bird-brain?"