He just as quickly turned away—she was undressing, unfastening her harness and it seemed rude to stare, so he focused his attention on her lathe, a cast iron monster. Nowhere near as advanced as the industrial units he’d had at the machine shop, but it looked well-built and well-used. Small bits of sawdust were lodged in the seams of the machine, the arbors and feed screws glistened with a light coating of oil, and the drive-pulley had a mirror-shine on it.