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The group of orphans and misfits watched as the events unfolded around her...They looked to each other, and then turned their head back to the girl, whom had now taken Mini's hand, and helped herself up... Then began to cry! The entire group was a little confiounded; she hadn't impacted the ground that hard...had she? As soon as they were about to start consoling her, she let an arm drop to her lap, before it was picked up by the other. Removing a glove, she revealed a machine hand....it particularly gained the attention of Wrench and Sprocket, whom eyed the mechanical hand with awe, a shocked twitch overtaking both of their eyes. But again, before they could say anything, the girl gathered up the things she'd dropped, and ran back into an alley, leaving the group stunted, with words of appology and confoundment stuck in their mouths...

"Lawks.... Wot da 'ell wuz 'at all 'bout? She got knocked on 'er arse. She ain't hurt. So wut iffin' she got dir'y. Look a' us!" Chimbley said, rolling his eyes.
"She's a noble, CLEARLY, dummy. That dress was probalby worth more than you earned your entire life." Sprocket said, clearly aggitated.
" Come on, now, you all.... No need to-" Mini tried to start.
"Hey, Sprok'." Wrench said, scratching his chin. "You see her bloody hand?"
"Yeah. But I didn't get a good enough look at it. We need to ask her." He said in retaliation.
"Don'cha fink she left fer a reason? I fink we should bugger off 'fore she goes off an' calls tha law." Chimbley said with a groan.
"We should at least check to see if she's okay, Chim." Bonnie said with a bit of resolve.
"Cor." The chimney sweep muttered.
Mini nodded with a sigh. "Let's go." He said, shaking his head.

As the went to follow her, they couldn't help but notice a rather strange looking fellow at the mouth of the alley they'd watch her trail. Not only that, being children of the street, they instinctively knew the back alleyways in and out. The shuffled oddly around the fellow, not really trying to touch him...out of whatever politeness they could provide. The slowly moved over to her, their heads bowed in shame and applogy. Mini was the first to speak, as he acted as the group's voice.
"I'm very sorry about my friend's clumsiness... I hope that he didn't perminantly ruin your dress." he said sollomly.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sprocket said harshly. "I hate to be rude, Mi'Lady. But I need to see your hand again."
"Dolt!" Bonnie, exclaimed, punching the older twin in the thigh, whom let out a sharp yip. "That's not how you adress a lady!"
"That's how we address you, though. Does that mean you're a boy?" The man, now rubbing his thigh, responded. Bonnie then began to chase the older brother, shouting rather intimidating threats.

"Please Miss. I'm not sure if you'd call it... 'important'." Wrench said. "But it would mean a lot to us if you'd just let us see that hand of yours!" He said, direly.