Polly sits tinkering on her time machine in one of the marshmallow's many garages. Her hands work tirelessly on the very same steampunk machine that brought her here. She has a metal water bottle at her side; it was a gift from her lover. It seemed to amaze her as much as this timeline's supply of clean water. It was nothing like her time with all of it's struggles. She could've been one of those chaps working in the factory, getting sick off of tainted wells, yet here she was, in the payoff of her risks. She turns around, finally noticing the eyes on the back of her head. She's sitting among scattered parts, some computer bits, some scrap metal, alongside a number of tools. Her apron has oil all over it and even her face has stains from it.

Polly: "Oh! There you are, lover!" She stands up, wiping her hands on her apron. "Mind getting over 'ere? I could use those nimble fingers getting at this one piece..."

She waves them over and they comply. She pushes up part of the machine's outer shell with a rough heave, her arms strong from years of tinkering.

Polly: "Right there! That little bit with the red bolt? Quickly unscrew that, this bloody thing is heavy!" She grunts as she holds up the plate.