Agatha thumbs the cameo between her metallic fingers, mulling over what the young mechanic girl had said. Edison and Tesla companies... she remembers the room where the main resided was well stocked with equipment, certainly the appearance of a lab. But something about it seemed more like a personal abode than a company-owned complex. Could he have been freelance?<br/><br/>Slipping the cameo back over her neck and tucking it under her collar, she takes another look over the bustling scene at the air docks. "If anyone else needs my help, I'll be here." she whispers to herself.<br/><br/>((Also, I have a sketch of Agatha to share~!))<br/><br/><div class="inline-attachment">
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