The dockmaster adjusts her standing, tail idly swaying around with an almost menacing series of metallic clicks. “Who am I? Well, simple enough. I fix ships primarily; bloody scummy pirates just love taking potshots at people between jerking off and snorting paint.” She pauses, paying a little more careful attention to your attire. “You don’t look like a pirate-y lad so you won’t hear complaints from me."