Don't mind if she did exactly that, pausing at the doorway she had been about to simply pass since the workshop had been empty of any occupant last time she'd been by... And while she'd noted the layout of the room, what was and wasn't in there, since it was obviously in use she didn't have the habit of just looking through when the owner wasn't there.

Giving a firm knock to the doorframe as well as a brief pulse of her field, Elita stepped inside, cocking her helm at rims being made. His didn't look damaged, so unless he liked to have spares...

"Changing your look?"