She stopped welding and pulled the goggles to the top of her head, green eyes peering out at him from behind smudged overlarge glasses.

"Was there something wrong with my order?" she asked.

Brilliant girl, gifted Spark, talented inventor... seemingly no clue that his uniform meant command.... rather than bar staff.

She pushed up her glasses to rub her eyes with oil stained hands, drying patches of her eyebrows black and giving one of her eyes an unintentional raccoon-like appearance. She set her glasses back in place. "Or... were you here to ask for one too?