The Bad Luck storm had just ended. But the repercussions were still being felt. Agatha had been in the hospital to check on the revivification engine she had installed there, and to see if they had anything she could use as a real bandage for the gash on her arm. She had seen the patients there briefly, but as public sentiment was against her, and she wasn't their doctor, she moved on.

So she had been walking away, heading back for her tower when she came across the unfamiliar woman. She figured she was probably new, though Agatha hardly knew everyone here, yet. Still.

Agatha herself was quite the site. Bandage on her arm, brown pants - she so did hate wearing pants, even now, with a green and gold top, all splattered with machine oil, grease, and what might have been dried blood. She had some sort of odd weapon on one hip, connected by tubes that were behind her back, to an odd canister on her other hip. Around her shoulders was a six legged very orange musalid with sharp teeth and bolts in its neck. Its front most paws were resting on the odd gold trilobite locket that was around Agatha's throat. Floating alongside her was what looked like a pocket watch with an eye for a face, tiny arms and legs, and a propellor coming out of the winding knob at top.

"Hello," she said, greeting the strange - the term is relative, okay? - other woman. "Are you new here?" Safe question to ask. And hopefully it would put off the pitchforks and screaming if the woman wasn't new...