Perched upon the roof of a thankfully very sturdy building, Genoise is elbows deep in the guts of her latest invention. Without turning to look, she points at you and snaps her fingers, the simple gesture enough to shatter windows for miles, though she doesn’t notice. Wrench… wrench? Hello? Wrench? In annoyance, Genoise finally looks at you, and sees you struggling to move her gigantic wrench, which is several tons of metal. She sighs and picks it up herself. …Thanks.
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