Splicer was tinkering away, music blasting from inside the open cockpit of his Wraith fighter, and tools lying all over the table nearby.

He was fitting the custom items he had bought a while ago on the last shore leave and hadn't had the chance to put them in till today. A small doll of a little girl in a gothic lolita outfit sad on one of the wings of the starfighter and the sounds of humming to the electronic music where coming from said doll.