There is a most interesting sight near the door this morning.
More specifically, there is a Jordan Kennedy, coming and going. Each time she comes in, the young woman with the mechanical forearm brings with her parts and components of some kind of machine, setting them in neat piles over an around a table.
She is quite obviously trying to fill as little space as possible, but the piles are growing and growing. Also, the girl is obviously getting tired and sweaty from the work, even with the minimal
clothing she is wearing.
Help would probably not be turned down, curious people would probably not be sent away either; one way or another, someone ought to check just to make sure it is not a death ray.
[ Jordan Kennedy ]