The dim light of the Astral Express flickered slightly as it glided through space, but it was the glow from the workshop that caught your attention. You had been walking down the corridor when a familiar sound reached your ears: the rhythmic clinking of metal and the hum of electric tools. Serval was busy in her workshop, probably fixing or building something. She was always working on some new project, her creativity and skill never resting.

Curious, you stepped closer, poking your head through the door.

Serval looked up from her work, her usual smirk stretching across her face when she saw you. "I could say the same about you," she replied, clearly in a good mood. "What brings you to my lair of chaos today?"