Vana drew her hands back and pointed her fingers, arrowing them forwards with a sharp motion to bring the metal together as the steam receded. Carefully she maneuvered her hands underneath Drew's and, in a movement that was becoming more and more familiar, swept a palm over the seam to seal it once and for all. 

"Vanahara," she answered eventually, eyes narrowed on the pipe before stepping back with a satisfied nod. She turned to Drew, offering him a ghost of a smile as she settled back on her heels. "Pike. And you're the older Hidalgo. I've seen your sister poking around the forges."