<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>Spotting a jukebox on the far wall of the diner, Fran strolls over to it and brushes it off a little bit. "It'll be hard for me to see the moves comin' if they're all in old timey pirate speak, angel." She grins a little. "I'm only seventeen, y'know. Unlike most of our school companions, I'm not a thousand years old." She wiped dust off the front of the machine and peered inside, then grinned a little. Just what she needed. Fran pulled the jukebox away from the wall and took a multi-tool out of her pocket, then started working on it. After about ten minutes and a large jolt of electricity from her own body directly into the machine that made her hair frizz out for a moment or two she had the machine working again. It lit up all around the edges with bright colors. The construct stood and pushed it back against the wall, then pressed a couple of the buttons. AC/DC's 'Highway To Hell' started playing. Franny grinned and leaned against the machine. "Ah, the kings of rock. I should bring you a little generator so you can get some permanent power runnin' in this place."