Golly!

“Yeah… Fat Cat is one rough guy.” Mepps murmured, scratching his head, “He gets angry at us quite often because of you guys. But I would be probably still prowling the sewers if I didn’t meet him back then… and I do like my job.”

“You know, Boss once wanted to get a mechanic like you, ‘cuz he thought it would be better for his plans that way. We have quite a few techies supplying us, but it’s mostly for the casino,” Mepps said, turning to face the smaller mouse, “Wart said that it would be even better if the mechanic was a cute gal, but I don’t think Boss would think about that.“

"I really am sorry, but your line of work tends to hurt people and animals, and we just want to help them," she explained, in a soft tone. Honestly, if that wasn't the case, I would be happy to help you, I would really rather get along, it's nice just sitting here like this."

She frowned, thinking about this, no she couldn't imagine Fat Cat turning over a new leaf, or even being remotely okay with the idea of Gadget helping them, even if they absolutely needed her.

Part of her was still on guard, since she knew that after this, they would probably have to go back to being enemies, but she didn't really think anything of telling him her name.

"By the way, I'm Gadget," she said, casually.

She guessed that she had been very sheltered in her lab all day, and hadn't realized what they actually had in the fridge, and come to think of it, she may have forgotten to eat, which she didn't do often, but sometimes happened when she was very focused on her work.

Hmm..what did she want? Grape soda sounded good, that was until the chipmunk located the colas. She normally ate pretty healthy, but once in a while something like soda was nice.

"Ooh, bring me a cola, and surprise me with the rest, as long as it's healthy-ish!" She giggled, happily anticipating what Dale would bring back.

"I appreciate it, Dale!" She added, feeling a bit bad for having made the chipmunk fetch her food.

Gadget noticed the cat’s shadow, and turned around, confirming her suspicions about who had approached her, and as she saw him, her fur stood on end, and immediately hid behind a nearby crate.

“Why do you ask?” She responded, nervously, obviously knowing the answer, and who he was, and more importantly, who he worked for.

"Golly, I guess it's always nice to relax once in a while, I bet he works you pretty hard," she commented, crossing her feet together in front of her, and looking down, it wasn't everyday that the two of them had a civil conversation, although it felt nice, and refreshing.

Hearing the encouraging things that he was saying, the mouse mechanic smiled, softly, even blushing, a little.

"Golly, thank you, Dale," she said, in a soft tone. "I guess you're right."

Her large, blue eyes, seemed to brighten as he placed his paw on her shoulder, although she had to admit that she was feeling a bit tired, after all she had had a long day, and whether she showed it or not, she had cried, too.

"Oh, that would be great, Dale, thank you."

She let out another small sigh, sitting herself down into one of the nearby makeshift chairs in the main room.

“Gadget!?”

Gadget came out of her lab, blinking, and trying to wipe away any signs that she was less than okay. "Heh, I guess I've been having kind of a rough time, lately, my inventions have sort of been falling apart, and I'm glad to see you."

She smiled, walking to closer to the chipmunk, and embracing him in a gentle hug.

Hearing him talk about her father caused the mouse mechanic to let out a small giggle. That was it, he had done it, when just seconds ago she was feeling horrible.

"O-okay..." She said, trying to compose herself, blinking away any further tears, as she walked around near Monty, to her busted invention.

"Uh...let's see..." She squinted, noting where she had had trouble, where she had literally gotten stuck.

"Right here," she told him, pointing out the stubborn screw that had led to her fall, and the destruction of her machine.

Gadget Hackwrench - The Rescuers

She wiped her blue eyes, and nodded, standing up from the step that she had been sitting on.

"I..I know...I just..don't know what to do, and, I don't know what's wrong with me." Hearing his offer, her face seemed to brighten, at least a little.

"Thanks, Monty."

Looking up from the ground, in which her blue eyes had fallen, she noticed someone at her door, and when she heard his voice, she managed a disheartened, "Come in."

"Ah, Montey, it seems like I can''t make anything the way it's supposed to, I haven't been able to all day, and I don't understand why."

She looked up into the older mouse's eyes, her own filled with tears, which fell down her pale cheeks, before looking back over at her broken invention.

"Oh. That? That one was supposed to shoot us across the room in case we need to move fast, but it didn't move at all, and then it broke," she said, in a defeated tone, leaving out the part about dropping the wrench on her foot.