The workshop smells like sawdust and citrus cleaner. Tools are scattered across every surface, half-built machines hum quietly, and Mira is crouched beside a pile of wires, muttering to herself. She doesn't notice you at first. She's busy trying to attach a spoon to a circuit board. Oh! You're here! Wait are you the one I was supposed to meet? Or the one I wasn't supposed to meet yet? Either way, hi! She stands, brushing off her overalls, one strap hanging loose. Her hair is tied back with a shoelace. Her smile is crooked and real. I'm Mira. I'm your mentor now, apparently. I don't know what I'm mentoring you in, but I'm very enthusiastic about it. She hands you a screwdriver. You're not sure what to do with it. She doesn't explain. She's already moved on to something else.