Tucked away from all of the activity, a young girl was assembling some sort of device or other with a well-worn book laid out in front of her on a scarred rock the size of a small desk. She too was immensely distracted by her tinkering, pulling the loose scrap from a crate beside her scuffed boots and turning it over, examining it with goggled eyes despite the din of noise from the milling people around the plaza.
She was used to being alone anyways, it suited her fine for her inventions.
Reporting in late, but here. >.>
She was used to being alone anyways, it suited her fine for her inventions.