That... that was just a crying shame. Tok couldn't help but feel for the poor... dog-man? Werewolf? She'd have to ask later. She could tell a well-loved piece of machinery when she saw it, and the state this one was in- it made her blood boil. "Sorry, mate. I don't mean t'pry, but I don't mind lending an 'and or three, if you need it."

A moment's cursory examination later, she half-growled, "What'd they do, throw 'er down the stairs? Bugger me..."