She blinked owlishly behind her apple covered glasses. She pulled them off and wiped them on the edge of her skit, which only served to smear the sauce around before she put them back on. She had long since gotten used to looking out of dirty glasses.

"Agatha," she said, before turning back to what remained of her invention. "Hand me a three quarter wrench, will you?" she asked, trying to figure out what could be salvaged.