He stood hesitantly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other then finally looking at Daisuke. Theo was dressed in working clothes, painfully neat and perfectly fit dark charcoal grey trousers, crisp white shirt and simple vest that matched his trousers. His hair was loose, but neat, althogh he looked slightly flustered. "Yes, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, but," he held up a broken steel paddle about twelve inches long and three inches wide. "Do you by chance anything similar to this? I use it for stirring dye pots and I have no idea how it managed to break. At least my sewing machine survived."