The greatest neurosurgeon of her time, her hands build what the gods desire. To face her is to look death in the eye, there are few who’ve heard her voice and yet live. Skill this honed requires practice after all. If you want the best seek The Machinist and pray you’re more interesting to her alive.

Description: Standing against a backdrop of chains with meat hooks at their ends, a white rat woman pulls on a pair of surgical gloves. Her visible red eye notices and dismisses you, her real focus on the hologram of a young ferret man projecting from the right upper lens of her complicated work goggles. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun. One arm is raised and reveals considerable muscle for such a short person. Her tank top is tucked into a wide tool belt and stained with what could be grease or something worse.