"Yes. No. I mean, not really. I have heard of them but I never seen one," Lance said, glancing at the woman beside him, her face still obscured by the black hood.
The way she moved was as if she held a lot of secrets. She had more than what Lance knew and on that age, the secrets could be used as leverage. As Lance did with his dealings and his inventions.
"Well. You're in luck. You have met one, already." The woman said.
Surprised, Lance furrowed his eyebrows and darted an inspecting look. He could not just believe what she had said. It held no bearing for him. However, if one had knowledge about the Lost Engineers, it would provide him with usable information to find them.
"Tell me who you are?" Lance insisted.
