Stavros stood in front of a row of tables in a workshop and laboratory that was with the rest of the Guardians' research facilities, with a plethora of blueprints laid out in front of him. They detailed designs from various devices and gadgets ranging from improved unity link designs to various weapons to bizzare contraptions that only had the purpose of seeing if they would actually work. Of course, if any of them did work then he would have made some manner of technological or scientific discovery just waiting to be applied to future projects. That, and, putting them to the test would be incredibly entertaining and interesting.
The green-haired guardian was carrying on with his work, constantly moving from one blueprint or prototype to another with ease as if he had each one on his mind at the same time (which he did) with flawless efficiency, only pausing when he needed to cross the room or go to another one entirely to fetch supplies for himself. Even then though he moved with almost robotic efficiency. What finally gave him pause was the door opening from someone other than himself.