"You seem pretty fed-up with that girl of yours." Daryl nodded towards the man's airship, then pulled a wrench from the pouch at her belt and twirled it as artfully as if it were a knife. "How about letting a professional take a look, hm?"
"Madam - you infer by your words that I, in turn, am not a professional," He drawled, hardly impressed by the assumption that he was an amateur at an art so close to his heart. Still, she scarcely seemed to have had nefarious intent with her words, and considering his own frustrations--
A sigh drew from him with a look that was flat, though polite. "I built her from the ground up. You'll understand my reluctance in letting anyone but my partner near her.
"With all due respect - I don't even know your name. I'm hardly about to let you at my ship."











