"That's helpful." Annie nodded. She sometimes wished she could have mental shields. Not just for the machines, either. Sometimes she just wanted to shut herself off from everything. A lot of those times where when she was working and people kept bothering her.
She took Peter's offered hand and stood up. She brushed off her pants automatically and looked around. There was still a din of upset machinery nagging at her mind, but she didn't feel hobbled by it.
"Well. A little belated, but welcome to my shop. Fixit. I fix things. Big and small. As long as they're, you know, machines of some kind. Can't fix your table, but I can make your television remote respond to voice commands." Annie shrugged. She was back to being bothered about what they'd meant, that she'd left them.