Lady Callaghan was quite excited herself. Even if it was just a business arrangement she rarely got the excuse to be around the lower classes. This was a break for her, she could afford to let her hair down a bit and stop worrying about status. Her parents worried so about such things. To think a Callaghan shunned high society for the proles was out of the question for them. They would bend the laws of nature before conceding that point to anyone. So this was welcomed, she looked quite excitable between the young lady Cornelia and the chipper engineer to her left. It was a nice feeling to her, no matter how long or short lived it might be. Usually it was the latter. "[b]My, what an interesting quest we go on. It rather reminds me of those murder mysteries that Earl James Esquire writes. Fascinating stuff, his writings are so free[/b], [i]you can just relax into his worlds...[/i][b]"[/b], Earl James, was a Technocrat writer and free thinker. The worlds he came up with were full of novel ideas. Worlds without classes, without aristocracy, full of just people. No hierarchy as such to worry about. The last of her sentence was said with a wistful sigh. As if that was but a dream she could never achieve. It didn't take long for the steamcarriage to get to it's destination in the docks. Fifteen minutes or so later the scenery changed from the luxurious estates of the rich to the relative squalor of the poor. The buildings were flaking at the seems and very few had access to basic sanitation. The odd hotel and B&B dotted about the place made it an odd dichotomy. Most of them were their to cater to the upper classes whom were here on business and looked positively decadent in comparison. Her gaze leared from her companions to the outside as it stopped.  Watching this pretender gentlemen offer her a hand from the ground, graciously she accepted it and took a deep breath of the fresh sea air. Looking around once more she gave a powerfull look of disdain to him as she watched Cecilia begin to disembark. Burning into him with her eyes her indigence the same wasn't offered to her.

Then turned with a hmmph. Pushing up her delicate silk umbrella to shield herself from the unforgiving sun. It was a short brisk walk to the bar she was after. The Rump and Harrow, a notoriously despotic place but information on anything and anyone could be found here for the right price. Technocrats had long since abandoned money, it was too easy to have it stolen from you in the brief times they took strolls among the dregs. They carried intricate machines with precise gearings, allowing them to give an effective IOU to whomever they were dealing with. The most advanced models could be mounted to the cash register and be verified. Letting the machine print a one off code for the owner to take to the bank. As soon as she entered the lively nature of the bar silenced. Until a brimming face came to meet her with his arms open. "[b]EVELYN![/b]", the voice sounding like it had come from a man who's voicebox got caught in a automatons multitool. The large man walked with powerful strides before embracing her. "[b]Ahem...[/b]", she coughed softly. Giving a quick hug back. Trying to let the old man know he was making a public display that might end up biting her. He chuckled loudly. "[b]Not a soul in here would say a word against mine. You are always welcome here. And who are your servants?[/b]", he asked nonchalantly. Evelyns head dipped some. Her face seeming to lose some of the chipper edges that had been given from the elation of meeting them. "[b]N..no, this is Cecilia, a lovely young lade who has agreed to help me find Earl Lightfeathers killer. To my right here is Jacoby. A skilled engineer, I asked him to come along too because....[/b]", she seemed to be struggling to find a reason to give. It was only proper that she ask him along for a reason, why else? It's not like he could be her acquaintance, or friend... She was beginning to stutter nonsense as she tried to think up a lie. A reason other than company.