"Right direction for what?" A friendly voice asked from behind. The woman in the long green dress and oil stained white pinafore was holding a large metal wrench od an odd design over one shoulder. Some odd sort of weapon looking thing was attached to her hip with a hose to something glowing on her other hip. The oddest pair of creatures - one an orange weasel with six legs, bolts in its neck and sharp teeth, the other looking like an animated pocket watch with limbs and an eye for a face - were riding in her pockets looking out at the newcomer.