Seth followed right behind her, gawking at the sight before him in mild amazement.
For one, her workshop was several times vaster than Engineer Ron's, and then there was the sight of rows of pedestals holding various gadgets of sorts.
"Are these post-apocalypse crafts?" he asked curiously, as his hands reached for a glowing Rubik's cube-like device levitating above its pedestal as it spun, seemingly trying to sort itself.
Glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, Kylie warned first, "Do not touch anything!"
Seth's hands froze, silently retracting back into his pockets, continuing to follow her as they headed for a workbench.
"Yes, some are. I had the chance while in Australia with the help of some worthy peers…" she answered.
Seth's eyes flashed with recollection. 'That's right, she wasn't even on the continent when shit hit the fan.'
