<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7XAl1hG.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Claire Farbead</strong><br/><strong>Location: The Respite</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Nat Tuo / Open</strong><br/><strong>Notes: Crazed Mechanic wants to do Mechanical things</strong><br/><strong>Wounds: 0/12</strong><strong>Strain: 0/12</strong><strong>Status: Normal</strong><br/><br/>Claire was fidgeting, not out of nervousness, fear, or some need for a drug. No, she wanted to work. Cramped in a transport which practically screamed at her with all of its flaws, all the space wasted, all the areas that could be fixed, why weren't they going faster, did they not fix the drive plates properly? Why did no one else feel like she did? That the machines and circuitry needed to be perfected. She sighed to herself, not even her savior was like her.<br/><br/>"Do you think we'll have trouble with them?" Claire asked Nat, her hands wringing together again to suppress her desires to work on something again. Claire was, of course, referring to Nat's former employers and the people that Claire herself owed a massive debt to as well.<br/><br/>"As much as I appreciate the work I was given, I doubt they'll let our actions slide." Claire was intelligent enough not to go into full details out in the open like this yet, she needed something to distract herself from wanting to create, repair, and tear apart in the pursuit of her goals.