"Hey there," Amanda says as she stands up from a disassembled Sparrow engine. She wipes grease off her hands with a dirty towel.

"You must be Shaw's pal. He told me you were coming; said to take it easy on you." She offers a casual smile.

"Name's Holliday; I run the Hangar here in the Tower. You need anything relatin' to ships, Sparrows, or any other kind of engine, you come to me."

"I'll take care of your bird here while you get the lay of the land. I think Zavala was expecting you up in the Courtyard."

"You take care now," she says with a wave as she grabs a wrench and dives back into her work.