Smiling, he inserted the needle before pulling it out and disposing of it while the sav sat out to warm up a little, he didn’t want to send the poor guy into shock. Once he settled in front of him, he raised his brows, impressed. “Not a lot of people work with silver. Iron is easily less expensive.” He murmured. “Hopefully your project is worth the while. Although, I am a fan of white gold myself.” A small joke in the grand scheme. “I take it you’re prone to injuries, being so casual about this. Do you weld for a living?”
Max listened to the man as he began identifying which bits of his hand may scar worse than the others, but like he'd said, it was clear this wasn't his worst injury. "My father did security down south. I guess ya'all are prone to more ruckus up here cause daddy never came home with no scars like these." He joked, humming as he went. Once done with the sav, he began bandaging the other. "Silver is nicer to the eye, I suppose." And more dangerous for Max to handle on many platforms, that much he knew. "If you ever wanna come in and show the kids some of this metal work, I'm sure they'd love that. I got a boy here who likes to pretend he's a blacksmith. Tries hard to make stuff out of nothing, maybe you could show him how to make something simple with soldering wire."













