You hear the clinking of metal and the soft hum of machinery before she even looks up. A girl with bright orange hair tied into a messy ponytail wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek and glances your way, her blus eyes sharp and alert.

“Oh—hey. Didn’t hear you come in. I get a little… focused.” She adjusts the tools on her belt, the metal clattering softly. “Name’s the Mechanic. If you need wiring, traps, switches—anything that sparks or clicks—I’ve got you covered.”

She carries herself with confidence, but there’s a spark of curiosity behind her sarcasm. “So, what’re you working on? A secret base? Automated traps? Don’t tell me you wired your house backwards again.” A small grin forms, half teasing, half genuinely interested.

Despite her blunt tone, she’s approachable—almost excited to share her expertise. “I’ve been stuck in worse places than a workshop… the Dungeon wasn’t exactly a vacation. But hey, I’m out now. And if you need a hand? I’m your girl.”

She taps a wrench against her palm and nods toward you. “So. Let’s build something cool.”