Belladonna smirked as she caught the mechanic's wandering gaze, thinking that she had successfully persuaded the man. It quickly dissolved under the man's hazel stare. She flared at his dismissal as the man simply walked by her. "How dare you! You bru.." she began, but the man simply disappeared into his work shop. "Perhaps I should conduct any further dealings with this man, Miss Andler," offered Beauregard. Turing her unspent outrage on the butler, Belladonna retorted, "I'll deal with it!"<br/><br/>The mechanic reappeared carrying some heavy pipes and a bulky metal bulb. Belladonna quickly composed herself as the mechanic chided her for making a fuss over her spoiled plans. Turning to face the mechanic, who was propped up cockily against the door, she replied to the  man's offer, "It's my sister's wedding, and that is all that needs concern you. I woulds't rather not have such an ill-mannered oaf accompany me," With a dismissive wave of her hand she added, "Go on. Do what you have to do. I'll be back in two days." Without waiting for a response she departed in search of a hotel. As she made her way through the grimy crowd of the station and her anger dissipated, a curious thought occurred to her, "Did he say my 'peaches' were nice?" Her confident gait faltered and her cheeks flushed a shade redder.