Bulkhead was restless. After the chaos and mess, it was a little too quiet in this city, and at the moment he didn't even have construction work to distract himself. So he's digging through the junk in the warehouse, looking for anything useful. A part of him even hoped his cannon would show up here sometime. But it had yet to do so. He's here late, though. Well after most in the city have probably gone to bed. The Forged might be gone, but the boons still worked, which meant he didn't need to sleep nearly as often as most.

He stops when he feels the chill though, something familiar, even if it's not something he's comfortable with. He straightens up and glances around trying to find the owner.

"I know you're there."