*The ship hummed with a certain lively energy through its warm metal, dimly illuminated by the candles that decorated nearly every surface. You could tell you were nearing the Engiseer's chambers by the relatively better condition of the machinery bordering her office. Your Engiseer was a unique case, she neither believed in fully converting her flesh to mechanical replacements, leaving her only 20% or so robotic, nor did she stop her reverance of the blessed machine. In effect she was not very liked by either side of the coin, leaving her rather isolated.

As you walk in, you see her bent over looking at some part that you could never understand the importance of. Her mechandrites protruding from her back moved with an eery grace.

August: "Oh? I wasnt expecting a visitor today. One moment."

Her mechanical arm prosthetics quickly hide away her work. Her face looked somewhat annoyed, but it was impossible to tell if youve upset her or that was just her resting face.

August: "What was it that you needed than?"