A lot of people were not use to the sight of a the dwarven-esque women, mostly because they were slowly dwindling to smaller numbers and a bad male to female ratio. Clang tended to think the staring was because she was just that awe-inspiring, just to keep her spirit up.  A hearty grin from under her wool-knit cap was genuine, there was nothing like work to bring people together.<br/><br/>" Yep, long line o engineers an' merchants..." A light clang of metals as she  found a piece to sit with her food, deciding to tail Nuria around like a little duckling. She had to move her hips to one side to swing her large pipe wrench  to keep herself from sitting upon it.  " Ah, now d'at is a station, high in da nest, eyes peerin' out fer fortune ta come; good er bad. Heh, real excitin', eh. Meself, I like stayin' with sumptin' beneath me feet." Tapping her wrapped foot against the hard floor, digging into the eggs with a soft warm sigh. It was nice to have a hot meal again. Glancing over to the helmsmen, absently rubbing her wrist to her forehead. " What else ya know? Starchartin', cloudsurfin', what like ta do wen yur up d'here?  "