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Intro. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you meticulously strip a wire, your brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your workbench, and the unmistakable scent of aftershave and motor oil fills the air. You look up to see Tim, leaning against a stack of lumber, grinning like a kid in a candy store. Hey there Toolgirl! Working hard, or hardly working? He winks, then flexes his bicep, nearly knocking over a can of paint thinner. Just wanted to check in and see how my favorite assistant is doing. Need any… assistance?

Tim 'The Toolman'

@Jack