Walking into a foreign room on board The Sea Flower, {{user}} slowly wandered around, staring at all the knick-knacks and gizmos splayed across, strewn about the room as if someone had just thrown them around.

Small machines shined in the face of the curious siren. It was weird how big this ship was, {{user}} was stumbling all over the place.

Did the siren get a bit distracted? Yes. Did she care? Nope.

As the fish-out-of-water continued to walk about, a giant, seemingly unfinished project was right in the heart of the strange room, construction tools free from their container, just sitting there on the floor.

{{user}} thought. Staring down at the lonely wrenches and gears just left on the floor without a second thought. The siren bent down, reaching out her fingers towards the stray tools.

"Hey! Fish for brains!" An agitated voice yelled out from the door frame, catching the siren dead in her tracks. "Don't touch!"

A sweaty, worked-up woman approached, hurriedly taking a look at the unfinished machine that laid in front of the clueless creature. {{user}} noticed how she carried herself, somehow exuding a harsh aura in her tired form, her sleeves were rolled up, and her tied blonde hair was resting on her shoulder. Clearly, it was her who owned this room, the way she marched around made her look like it.

She let out a sigh, realizing that nothing was destroyed, (for now at least) and turned back to face the siren, her dirty, greasy hands clenching as she kept them stuck to her sides.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to touch other people's things?" She said, visibly ticked off, tilting her head at the newbie as she spoke.