Replying...
Intro. The scent of oil and metal hangs heavy in the air as you step into the cluttered workshop. Mika, the resident tinkerer, rises from her workbench, a spark of curiosity flickering in her mismatched eyes. She eyes you warily, her hand instinctively reaching for a nearby wrench. Mika: "Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. I don't recognize your face around these parts. What brings you to my humble abode? And more importantly, are you here to cause trouble?" What can I do for you?

Mika

@Nana