#n-ginious

   Clasping your hands together, your figurative lungs squeeze out  marveled sigh at the next sight. A towering red knight!! It’s certainly like nothing you’ve EVER seen before! And so gargantuan!! T’would be imposing and terrifying if not for it being so stationary. You don’t expect a response, but the desire to greet it still compels you. Just as your lips part in preparation for a small ‘good morrow!’ you hear a disgruntled cry. It sounds... almost inhuman, and yet...

   The noises urge you to trace the source of it, and it doesn’t take too long either, you spot someone... Someone smaller than yourself wearing a strange lopsided hat. At least you presume it to be a hat. They seem to be doing something, something that’s eliciting some groans and cries. With curiosity, you watch for a brief moment. Manners are important after all. T’would be rude to interject when one is so hard at work! Once they finally pause, you beam, ready to greet them and ask if they needed assistance. Or even better. Just Where are you?

   “Ah.” The words die in your throat, but are quickly revived upon seeing them react to your sudden ‘squeak’. “Oh, Good Morrow, thine good fellow.” You had more to say, but manners dictate you should wait for acknowledgement first!

The city is big and populous--and yet, for people who operate outside of the law like her, it can sometimes be lonesome at the very same time. However much that can also be attributed to her general attitude, it does nonetheless mean that the familiar faces and silhouettes she does see are welcome enough, given they’re friendly.

And none can mistake the one she’s seeing right now. There’s not a lot of people she knows with a missile embedded in her head right now. Doctor N. Gin--one of her uncle’s co-workers she actually does hold respect for. Perhaps not the most stable of them, but none of them are really a hundred percent okay in the first place, and the machines he’s created (that weren’t destroyed by throwing wumpa fruit at them) speak for themselves in regards to his mechanical ability. And, unlike some people’s creations, they don’t have a nasty habit of collapsing in on themselves.

“Doctor Gin! It’s good to see you.” There’s an actual smile on her face as she approaches him, how about that? And, dare she say, just a little bit of excitement? “You’re probably confused--this is a strange place. Nobody here completely knows everything about it, including us--Uncle Cortex is here, by the way. What we know currently is the layout of the four wards, that time back home is halted, and that we can’t exactly leave by our own choice. We’ll have plenty of time to figure everything else out once we’re running things, though.”