Hatpins
The small craft locked onto our landing. A strange man emerged. His was the sideshow face that I saw projected in the air. He motioned into the ship and I lead him in. The odd man pointed directly at the chronometer, at himself and held out his hand. I refused to give it; he pointed what can only have been a weapon at my head. In one swift motion, Arabella removed a hat pin popped it open and blew its powered contents into the mans face. He fell to the ground in convulsions.