Thisa was walking along minding her own business, one by being new to this school its not like she had anyone to talk to, and more importantly she didn't feel like it. In her hands was a ragged looking notebook, the spine was frayed and the writing on the cover was all but faded until unreadable. Thisa flipped to the latest used page, on it was a schematic of a human leg although not a real, but a mechanical one she has been working on. With her pencil she scribbled side notes on it, like *Downgraded to 200RMP motor, lighten load on leg-pelvis joint.* or *Front upper thigh plate doesn't fit right, sand it down.* Thisa lightly tapped her pencil while thinking, main problem at that point was managing weight, the leg needed to take quite a bit especially if it were to be used on a robot, or even as a prosthetic. Her train of thought was interrupted as she collided straight into another person, (This one being Harold.) in hind sight perhaps walking in public wasn't the best time or place to do any work.

Thisa stumbled back as her notebook fell to the floor, "Ah shi-... sorry about that, my bad was distracted there."