Mack snapped out of his thoughts when a notably attractive young woman came into view. Upon noticing the butler in tow and hearing her request 'his boss', he scowled. Great...Either this lass had money or was noble. Whichever way Mack thought about it, she'd be nothing but troublesome. "Aye. Just a tick." He replied coldly as he walked back into the small workstation. If it was the boss she wanted, the boss she would get.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Beauregard leaned over slightly to whisper in Belladonna's ear. "It seems the young man has no manners, my lady. Shall I tell him whom he is addressing? Perhaps that will make the service more amiable." He took an instant dislike to Mack's casual attitude. Beauregard believed that servants and workers should cater to the needs of those above them respectfully. It was the traditional order of things and he adored order.<br/><br/>Mack grabbed his tool belt and buckled it across his chest like a sash, thick leather work gloves protected his large hands. He sauntered back out with arms crossed. "Tell your penguin there to pick his jaw up off the floor. It's a pain in the arse to replace antique parts." Walking over to his new customer's ship, Mack took a visual preliminary damage survey. "Speaking of old junk your furnace model is ten years overdue for replacement. No wonder it gave out. The fact your craft isn't a heap of charcoal is pretty lucky." He walked up the gangplank deep in concentration. He'd seen it for a split second...There!<br/><br/>Mack reached gingerly behind still piping hot furnace shrapnel then pulled forward a half-crushed vial of oil for his customer to see. Brackish droplets dripped onto the charred wood below. "Well would you look at this! This little dandy doesn't belong behind the furnace! Miss, either you've got enemies or the prior owner did. Either way it'll take me at least two days to fix it all."