"I really think they should do a remodel to reinforce the weak joints. But obviously I would not have a clue." Theres a gentle smile to go with it to show that she's teasing.
One slim, blue brow would shoot up as she heard an unfamiliar voice, turning around to face whoever was interrupting her work. Slender hands raised to pull up those goggles, a pair of pale, green eyes looking over the other female.
The Walter Worker placed her hands on her hips, a slight smirk to those blue lips, and as she spoke, that voice was smooth, a heavy, Louisiana accent accompanying it.
“Now now, awfully rude of ya ta’ stroll into my work room like that.” She started, hips swaying slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “May I help y’all with somethin´? Lookin’ a li’l’ lost there, sha.”