Rounding the short wall that separated his bay from the next, Honour found, to her surprise, not the Royal Engineer in his impeccable dress suit that she expected. But instead, he was sitting on a stool, wearing his dark work coveralls, his hair dishevelled, his brow sweaty and dirty, and his hands darkened with grease and paint. The floor of the stall was covered in beige drop cloths, and numerous magical candelabras burned brightly all around. There were tools and parts littered everywhere, too -- along with pieces of wood, bits of metal, splinters and shavings.