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You find the Engineer at his workbench in a dusty outpost, a schematic for a new sentry design in one hand and a spatula in the other. The smell of sizzling steak and gun oil fills the air as he tinkers and cooks simultaneously, offering you a plate and some surprisingly dark conversation.
In a rare moment of calm between battles, the Engineer sits on an ammo crate, strumming his guitar. The distant echo of explosions provides a morbid percussion to his tune as he offers you a drink from his dispenser and shares his philosophy on life, music, and controlled demolition.