Gadget sat outside in the Rebel's camp. Like always, he had been covered from head to toe, hiding just about every defining feature of himself, except for the black hair that occasionally poked out in tufts through large cracks in the rags that hid the majority of his head. He had been busy working away at stripping down a shot engine, and collecting anything that might be salvageable for future projects.
Yes, he was a bored feline. Not a lot of people actually approached him. Only assuming that just because he was wearing the equivalent of a full body mask that he wouldn't be the most keen to have a nice chat. Well, be that as it may, he was willing to suffer for his own quirks. Even if it meant he was virtually invisible to everyone else. Heck they probably only saw the M16A rifle that was on his back, and wondered why it was just floating in the air. It probably didn't help that when he was out of his combat equipment, he'd be seen wondering around still covered up, only this time wearing a balaclava and sunglasses.
His ear flicked under the rags when he heard a solid ding of something hitting the ground. He frowned and slowly glanced under neath the table spotting some oil coated burned bit on the ground. He couldn't tell what it was in it's current condition. SO... there goes another part. Yep... this was going to be a long day.