Yawning lightly, Samuel then winced as the action brought the welding tool out of place, scoring an unsteady line against the small device in front of him. Damn. He'd have to redo the casing for that component, then. Taking the tiredness as a sign, he put the welder down and then flipped up his mask, flopping down to the metal chair beneath him. He'd taken the opportunity today to get some time to himself, head down to the small armoury there and tinker around for a bit. Admittedly, it was far less high-tech than that of Beacon's own, where he usually roamed, but- well, it was a hell of a lot more quiet, for one thing. The other thing was a better excuse for not being at team meetings or the like; 'I'm busy down at work' generally worked better than 'I'm messing about with volatile equipment'. Speaking of...
Turning the spike-shaped object over, he gently moved it over to the redo-pile; or, well, more of a re-do set. The other six he'd messed about with turned out alright, he mused, as the faunus looked over at the pointed chain-links, thinking for a second before taking out a carrier case and putting them into the safety foam he used to store the more dangerous tests he used. Zipping the backpack-made-explo- he meant perfectly safe experimental carrier-bag- he took the mask off his face, briefly letting his fox ears stretch out and feel the air for a few moments before flattening them back against his hair.
Grabbing his jacket off a hook and returning the apron to it, Samuel blinked as a high-pitched ding rang for a second, before looking down at said hoodie pocket and taking out his scroll. Setting the tone of the scroll's pings to above normal human hearing hurt his ears a little, but he was trying to get used to it; could be useful in combat applications. Maybe. He wasn't just being sneaky about checking game updates in class or anything, that'd just be rude. Opening up the message, Samuel hummed lightly as it loaded, waiting for one of the usual vaguely snarky messages about him being late or something, as he lent against the wall next to the window of the little room.
There was a vaguely awkward, blank silence as the video played, putting his headphones in after the first few lines to stop it playing out loud, then the usual click as the video ended. The silence dragged on a few moments, only a slight but growing ringing noise starting to break it before a series of small cracks hit the window, the noise breaking Samuel out of his staring at the black screen of the scroll before taking a deep breath, the ringing noise stopping as he got his semblence under control.
The man typed out a simply reply of 'On my way' before pocketing the scroll. Reaching into his jacket again, he brought out some cash, putting it on the counter as he walked out. "Kid, told you you don't need to pay me for that anymore, you work f-" The storekeeper started, but the hunter-in-training just walked out, leaving the repair money and grabbing his motorcycle helmet off his parked vehicle, turning the key before starting off towards Juno's flat.