"I'll ask my Dad next time I talk to him, he might know if we've got an M. Starr on the family tree. But frankly..." The mechanic paused a second, idly glancing at the Wolf. She noticed United shifting a little more quickly next to her, and heard its faint whispers intensify just a little. "In the real world, Mr. Centuria, family names don't mean shit. Nobles keep track of their fancy titles and holdings. No one else cares. All we keep track of is who takes over the family business when we get old. We've been running the same shop for three or four generations."

Evan shrugged, setting the wrench back down on the floor behind her. "I can take a look at it if you ever need it fixed. You've got the schematics, so I can probably put it right, but that's the extent of it. Even if I understood exactly how the magic works, magic isn't in my wheelhouse. My... Adviser on the matter, isn't always that forthcoming."

"But I'll let you know if I find who built it. First piece of tech I've seen since I got here that [i]wasn't[/i] a piece of shit. Still over-engineered, though. Anything that delicate's got no place on a machine til it's sturdier."