The events that took place the day the airship came crashing down upon Soma had instilled fear in the hearts of many, and glee in the eyes of a select few. The event had caused a shift of power within the city, many noble families fighting to get compensated for their losses. There were others who were focusing on their humanitarian efforts primarily to try and earn praise from the king of the land, but even they had their own moments of complaint.<br/><br/>The Boudreaux home was one of the few noble families focusing on the humanitarian effort, providing shelter and food for families who had lost everything they had. Lord Nobuo was doing this to help enhance his public image, but he was also a smart and cunning man. In five years, people would remember that it was the Boudreaux Merchant Company who had helped them get back on their feet, so in the future business would increase.<br/><br/>His daughter, Alexia, was focused on other things. She was down there early that day, passing out food and clothes to children, trying to bring smiles back to their faces with candy and toys. The daughter of Nobuo shared his arrogance, but not his greed. Lavish gowns and jewels had never interested her. Swords and fighting were her calling. She had received private training on how to fence properly, and competed with other noble families son’s, doing rather well for her hindrance of being a woman.<br/><br/>Spotting #183 still working on sorting through the rubble, she patted his metal shoulder gently and smiled up at him. Taking in the many assorted piles of rubble and scrap metal, she immediately assumed that #183 had done so during his overnight stay within the district. She was dressed in a crème vest that was open at the collar, the bottom of it coming past her hips slightly. Underneath was a leather skirt with a high cut on one thigh, leather leggings underneath. Her shoulder length hair was pulled back with a ribbon to keep it from her face as she worked. “Good work #183, you have done well.”<br/><br/>As she spoke, Alexia noticed the damage done to the unit and quickly began to move his joints around. She wasn’t the smartest when it came to machines, but she did know a little. The metal of his hands was worn down and gashed, clearly needing to be repaired. Metal along his torso was also damaged, and his arms, clearly having occurred form all the work he had been doing to rescue people. The machine had done well, and it made Alexia smile for a brief moment.<br/><br/>Giving #183 a firm scolding, she pointed toward a different area of the district where men from her father’s company were waiting. “I need you to get your hands repaired #183, a member of the company will escort you to the repair shop. I expect to see you back down here once you are finished.”