Ah, there was a look Agatha was familiar with. It was the look of someone watching the world not just to see it but to analyze it. Usually she herself was elbow-deep in clank parts when she wore it, but there had been a disappointing lack of equipment so far so it probably didn't mean much that this girl wasn't.

If she was right, maybe she could get an assistant, or maybe they could pool whatever resources they could get their hands on and do more science that way. So she approached, waving, from where she'd been inspecting some of the sporting equipment for potential usefulness.


[Want a madgirl, Ema?]