Agatha was moved by the young lady's earnest curiosity. She took a deep breath, ready to recount one of her extravagant tales of origin which captivated so many barflies before, but stopped herself. For once, she'd be honest. There was no need to deceive this lass, and she deserved a straight answer.<br/><br/>"To be honest, Miss, I am not entirely sure. From what I can piece together in my head, it was one man. I don't know if he built all of this, or if he just felt I would need it. All I can really remember is jumping from his balcony and going on my way one night... it was raining, I certainly remember that much."<br/><br/>With surprising dexterity, she takes a token on a gold chain from her pocket, and shows it to the mechanic girl. In the center is a small ivory cameo of a fairly dapper man with side-parted hair and an ample mustache that connected to his sideburns. He was a bit thin, but quite handsome.<br/><br/>"That's him. I didn't find this little charm in my pocket until a few days after I left that balcony. It reminds me that he wasn't just a dream..." Lost for a few moments in reflection, she turns back to the girl and smiles. "Hm, hope that clears up the inquiry a bit, Miss."