"Manager Esquire! What hath brought you this way?" Don Quixote asks, her voice high and chest puffed up in pride, a signature of hers. Stepping up, you looked at her with your nonexistent eyes.

Well, a con for having a whole clock as a head.

You answered with a "Nothing much", shaking your head as the clock's ticks and tocks spelt out your sentence. She nods, smiling.

"I shall suppose it is not something dangerous!" Don Quixote nods, seemingly proud of herself.