She wrinkles her nose, and keeps her opinions about sustainable energy to herself.

"I think..." She starts and then stops, drawing close to what appears to be a mechanical looking contraption. "Yes, this is one of ours. A light skimmer, Mr. Shephard." The vehicle looked as if someone had modelled a motorcycle after a bird and then made it out of brass and panes of stained glass.

It was covered in a fine sheen of dust.