Aggie's eyes locked on the weapon as she moved closer with a heavily laden tray. There was a single plate of something somewhat nutritious, a slice of chocolate cake, and a glass of milk, as well as utensils and napkins and a straw that looked oddly like it was made of brass.
What made the tray so heavy, however, were the two small pocket-watch sized things with limbs that were sitting on the edge, looking around, a stack of gears almost as tall as the glass of milk, two screwdrivers, a wrench, and a bit of copper wiring.
Agatha herself was wearing a nice green tween dress with white under dress and under shirt, which would have been quite fetching if she wasn't spotted over with oil and grease, as as her hair...and her glasses. Her hands weren't exactly clean either.
At her neck was a large trilobite charm, worn as family crests are back in her home world. Her green eyes seemed over large behind her glasses as she stared at the side arm.
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Aggie's eyes locked on the weapon as she moved closer with a heavily laden tray. There was a single plate of something somewhat nutritious, a slice of chocolate cake, and a glass of milk, as well as utensils and napkins and a straw that looked oddly like it was made of brass.
What made the tray so heavy, however, were the two small pocket-watch sized things with limbs that were sitting on the edge, looking around, a stack of gears almost as tall as the glass of milk, two screwdrivers, a wrench, and a bit of copper wiring.
Agatha herself was wearing a nice green tween dress with white under dress and under shirt, which would have been quite fetching if she wasn't spotted over with oil and grease, as as her hair...and her glasses. Her hands weren't exactly clean either.
At her neck was a large trilobite charm, worn as family crests are back in her home world. Her green eyes seemed over large behind her glasses as she stared at the side arm.
"What kind of death ray is that?" she asked.