Frost heard a loud noise before he reached the workshop.
A deep hum traveled through the partly open door, accompanied by the occasional rattle of something metallic.
He paused with his hand against the frame, wondering whether he should wait outside until whatever Yasmine was doing had stopped being dangerous - that is, until he heard a slightly crazed laugh.
"It works!"
Frost pushed the door open, only to find her practically bouncing beside one of the larger workbenches.
Her goggles were crooked, her two-toned hair was even messier than usual, and a dark smear ran across her cheek.
"You're here!" she exclaimed, spotting him. "Come here, quickly! You have to see this!"
"What did you-"
"Just come!"
She hurried over, caught his wrist, and pulled him towards the bench before he could finish. Frost followed willingly, though he kept a wary eye on the contraption bolted to its surface.
