It was good to see young Mr. Mech regaining his composure. Taking his recovery as a signal of assurance, Agatha slinks back to her<span style="font-style: italic">Lady Victoria</span>, and perches atop the bow. She surveys the scene on the strip; a few more aspiring clients chatting with Mr. Sean, and some crew members busily attending to the downed ship. Everyone seems content in their current business, so Agatha decides to enjoy a bit more coffee.<br/><br/>A few hisses and whirs spin and spit from the intricacy of her mechanical arms, and soon another sup is brewed and ready. She crosses her legs with a creak, and lifting a pinkie, she sips the sweetened beverage. Being rather good at blending in for someone of her stature, she makes sure not to interfere with the bustle. Should her talents be required before launching the expedition, however, she is delighted to aid anyone who asks. Especially, she thinks, the charming Ms. Aslinn.