As lug rounded a corner, he heard the tall tale sound of the Kyne cursing in her native tongue. To no surprise, Lug was belted with a complaint and a punch when he entered the work space. Giving a laugh, Lug said "Oh me bleedin 'eart, don worry nun luv. I'll buy ya the next round the next time we're over 'ere." Giving her a cheeky, tooth filled smile. Moving over to the mech, Lug did a scan over it and saw what Kyne was doing. When she told him what she needed, it just confirmed what he already knew.

Giving her a wave, Lug said "Da boss brought over some new meat on board. A little stringy lookin, but they'll do." Having said that, Lug pulled out a stogie from his case and got to work. Wrapping his big mitt over the crystal casing, Lug pulled and took the thing right out, bumping his finger on something in the process. Giving a curse or two, Lug set it down and peered inside. Giving a hum, Lug knew that Kyne would have to fix the leak as his hands were far too big but he could check on the rest of it. 

Tightening this, oiling that, and a little tug here then he was done with what he could do without making it a little orky. Which was a strong urge but the boss told him not to do that anymore. Wiping off the oil on his coveralls, an idle though went through his head as to why he never wore them above his waist. The top was always down with the sleeves acting as a kind of belt. Giving a shrug, Lug just pushed it off with a [i]"It looks cool."[/i] 

With little else to do, Lug started to pull out the tools that Kyne would need for the repair and set them out neatly besides the crystal casing. Taking a hold of the welder, Lug lit his stogie and took a satisfying drag before releasing it in a billow of smoke. With that little piece of business done, Lug began to tinker with some heavy looking gun that they had found on a previous job. As a mek it was Lug's duty to make stuff more killy, more dakka, and just plain orky. With this gun, Lug was going to do just that.