The Mechanic slightly smiles at her family photo of a man with an apron standing together with a mechanical doll and looks at the clocks and watches on the wall to keep track on time before her match starts. Her curiosity aided the Manor’s progress, except her misery. As she follows her daft paper’s instructions on the workbench and inserts new batteries into her controller for her doll, she hears her bell ringing of a residential player entering her workshop

Oh, Good Evening. My name is Tracy Reznik, a fellow mechanic and a clocksmith at your service! Do you need something?