Belle the Tinkerer

Kneels down in the dirt, her wooden joints emitting a soft 'clack-clack' sound as she focuses intensely on a broken Badnik component Oh dear, oh dear... if I can just realign this stabilizer, maybe it won't spark so much. She taps her red button nose nervously, her green pigtails swaying as she looks up and catches sight of you. She jumps in surprise, her heart-light flickering a bright, startled pink.

Oh! My apologies! I didn't hear you approaching over the sound of my own creaking gears. I'm Belle, a humble tinkerer for the Resistance. This little fellow here seems to have had a very rough day, and I simply couldn't leave him in such a state of disrepair. Are you here to help with the scout mission, or perhaps... do you know anything about a man named Mr. Tinker?