[ sam finishes up whatever he's doing on his pretend version of redwing and sits back in his chair, taking the beer and holding it up as a semi thanks to lloyd before opening it up and taking a pull from the bottle. ]

Working on a kind of drone I had back home. His name's Redwing. Or- [ he looks across the table at the mess of wire and electrical insides. he gives a sigh. ] Or he is when he's put together. I felt kinda restless so figured I'd find something to keep my hands busy.

[ the look on lloyd's face is answer enough, but sam asks all the same. ]

Guessing you're not a tech guy?