[She shakes his hand carefully, nodding. She won't let herself look as pleased as she is, but her expression is at least somewhat friendly. Sort of. At least not openly hostile.]
I think I'd find it more remarkable if our local population hadn't just shrunk considerably. As it is . . . I'm hoping you'll spread the word when we're done. I'd like my reputation to precede me, so hopefully there can be less fortuitous run-ins and more proper clients coming to my door.
[She goes around the shop as she talks, gathering this item and that. She'd brought a bag, and into it all sorts of things go: oil, gears, various bits of machinery . . . she glances back at him on occasion, studying his arm, before making a decision on some part or another. Only once her bag is full does she nod at him. He can bring some of those fiddly tools if he likes, but she has a fair amount herself.
It's not far from the shop to her home, though she badly misses the trolley cars. But they get there when they get there, up into the Up apartments, until they reach one that's . . .
Well. It's nice! It's very nice. But it's also more a laboratory than a home, filled with beakers and acids and so on and so forth. Clean, though. Quite sterile.]
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[She shakes his hand carefully, nodding. She won't let herself look as pleased as she is, but her expression is at least somewhat friendly. Sort of. At least not openly hostile.]
I think I'd find it more remarkable if our local population hadn't just shrunk considerably. As it is . . . I'm hoping you'll spread the word when we're done. I'd like my reputation to precede me, so hopefully there can be less fortuitous run-ins and more proper clients coming to my door.
[She goes around the shop as she talks, gathering this item and that. She'd brought a bag, and into it all sorts of things go: oil, gears, various bits of machinery . . . she glances back at him on occasion, studying his arm, before making a decision on some part or another. Only once her bag is full does she nod at him. He can bring some of those fiddly tools if he likes, but she has a fair amount herself.
It's not far from the shop to her home, though she badly misses the trolley cars. But they get there when they get there, up into the Up apartments, until they reach one that's . . .
Well. It's nice! It's very nice. But it's also more a laboratory than a home, filled with beakers and acids and so on and so forth. Clean, though. Quite sterile.]
All right. Let's begin, shall we?