"Wonderful. I will let the cook know right away. If you need me I will be in my quarters within the engine room. I trust the young Lord will keep you entertained until dinner." Maxwell let out a soft chuckle and lowered her head a bit as a bow and backed out of the room leaving the young lord...
Maxwell grinned even wider this time and leaned back popping her back. When she stood up straight her clockwerk eyes were clicking again as the gears re-dilated. "So Miss Alex, will you be staying for dinner this evening?"
The female did a slight bow to the female, a sly grin coming across her face. "The name is Maxwell Cinis, but you may call me Maxi My Lady, and yours?" Maxwell reached her hand out her auto-mailed hand to the female, as a request to shake it as in good manners that her father did teach her.
A female entered through one of the doors of the ship, it closing behind her. She looked down upon the female, her eyes clicking as the gears within them shifted and dilated. She cracked her fingers, her right arm being completely made from auto-mail. She wore a white sleeveless shirt, and long...
Name:: Maxwell Cinis
Age:: 23
Gender:: Female
Appearance:: Maxwell has long black hair with a streak of white, that is typically worn back within a pony tail. She tends to be covered in grease and machine oil, and in public wears brown trousers and a white button up blouse. Her right arm...