Can't get much worse than this, can it? Wrench holds up his wrist to demonstrate the glowing orange screen. At first he'd wanted nothing more than to hide that thing under his sleeve -- a feat which has been all but impossible for his reliance on it for communication. Now, despite the fact that he hasn't seen many with a rating quite so bad, he doesn't seem to mind. Least of all when it comes to Logan.

The query makes him chuckle over the memory that tickles his mind, and he shakes his head. Probably just a room in the back where the security guard eats his lunch. He looks down the atrium where the various hallways diverge to their respective flagship stores and shrugs. Find a Carhartt? Long as we can avoid any kiosks trying to spray us with perfume or wash our hands.