Agatha was passing bye, and very nearly stepped on him, distracted, and jumped back when her dingbot pulled on her hair to get her attention.

"Sorry!" she said to him, quickly.

As usual, she was in a long victorian dress, covered in machine oil and grease. One Dingbot rode on her shoulder, a small mechanical pig flew along behind her. The weasel was hidden under her skirt. She was wearing a large backpack, a death ray on one hip, and was building something as she walked, which was what was distracting her....