Huh, Scrapmouse is what gnomes named their daughters? He arched a brow at the tinkerer's appearance, before mentally shrugging. Cute at least, in a pet dog kind of way. Dusting off the soot that gotten onto himself as well, Albrecht peered into the blackened hut, before asking off-handedly, [b]"Need any help with that? Like, clean-up or whatever else y'need."[/b]