A tinny chirping voice catches Agatha's attention, and she turns to see the little mechanic girl who was admiring her workings earlier. She flashes a warm smile, and offers a gigantic hand to the young girl to take a seat beside her.<br/><br/>"Yes, young Miss, and of course you may ask me anything you like." The young lady was covered in oil and smudges, even more so than Mr. Sean. Still, her vibrant eyes peak out from beneath her attire with an intense curiosity that reminded Agatha of herself. She smiles again, leaning in to hear the girl's inquiry.