"Inzeed," nodded the other doctor. "Vat vould be ze most desirable ov outcomes, but ve do vat ve can, ja? Und ze people aboard vill not be entirely defenseless should ze vorst occur. Anyhow, you are most velcome to look about ze ship for ze first hour or so ven ve cast off. Zere are no particularly trying cases just yet, though I vould not be surprised if ze second-class passengers begin seeing us for sky-sickness after zat."
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The worker shook his head. "No pubs, me friend. But she does have a galley the crew can get a pint from when they have time."
He grinned. "Ship will be castin' off shortly, an' me services will be required, but perhaps sometime after that I might find ye and buy ye a richt gud-willie draught, eh?"
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There were certainly quite a lot of wheels and gears and pipes and important-looking levers everywhere, and it was rather loud. Steam hissed and screeched, metal smashed against metal, steam-turbines whined, and Tesla-built electric arc generators and coils snapped and crackled with a strange humming noise that was still alien and unfamiliar in these times, given the infancy of electromagnetic science and research.
The machinery was, however, not exactly the only thing that caught his eye.
Directly before him was the brash and egotistical mechanic and genius, Miss Viola Cooper.