Thee. Well ain’t that something? But it isn’t like she hasn’t heard weirder being in this place, with all these strange accents and vernacular she assumes is typical for people roughly 150 years in her future.

Trixie nods a little more enthusiastic than she might if a man offered to teach her something new. Suspicions automatically lowered, she takes a few steps closer to the beautiful woman - an ethereal beauty too, it’s not something she’s ever seen before - and joins her at her makeshift work station.

“What’re you making today?”