Elizabeth Stokes rides slowly down the road, the carriage moving not much faster than a person on a stroll. Pulling the carriage is an odd mechanical beast, its gears whining softly as vents on the beast's flanks emit a steady supply of steam. Elizabeth, holding the reins, frowns disappointedly. "Hmm....I don't like these heat readings...needs more vents...." she says to herself, pulling out a small pad to jot down notes. Looking up from the paper, she notices a young woman standing on the sidewalk, and waves. "Good morning, Miss." she says politely, pulling gently on the reins to slow the mechanical beast. "I do hope I am not intruding on your morning constitutional. I am simple testing a...well, best not to bore you with the details of my endless tinkering. Does the morning find you well?" she says politely.