The workshop was a mess.
Dirty, the sign outside flickering in and out of existence, there was trash (tires, old parts, half-dismantled vehicles) all over the place from the junkyard hugging one side of the 'shop. That was where [member="Ivy Lasranae"] was told to be, if she wanted to meet with a contact of the Cogmind network.
Their rep was good.
Even if their choice in venue was just a bit of a mess.
By the time that Ivy got 'round, there was a man working in the yard. Hand greasy, hat leaning heavily on one side of his face and obscuring the cyber-eye. A welding torch hissing in a steady motion-- his cybernetic arm, it was old and didn't have any of the grace of the current-gen prosthetics. Ugly lines of metal, fingers more like thick claws, it was currently blowing out a steady plasma stream into some kind of contraption Daro Tarsi was working on.
"Few manage to get Cogmind's attention, yaknow." Daro drawled as the torch sizzled out of existence. The welding mechanism disappearing as the gears of the prosthetic worked overtime.
Within a moment the clawlike fingers appeared once more.
"How can we help you?" From one of his pockets Tarsi revealed a flask and took a royal sip, while he waited.