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Sahalie looks up quite literally to a tall boy standing next to her. She stands up as to not feel so small, though that doesn't exactly help much. The young fourteen year old girl stares for a moment watching the boy push up his glasses. "Hello" She says in a hushed tone that if you weren't standing next to her you probably wouldn't hear. She gives him a small smile and then gathers her courage to actually say more than just hello. "W..what brings you out here?" She finally stutters out and turns a slight shade of pink. She wasn't very good with conversation but she at least tired. Her parents sometimes said she was a little to shy at times for her own good. On the flip side she was also told not to ask so many questions.

The boy standing in front of her had her curiosity perked though. Not very many people traveled out here to the windmills. It was always so peaceful and silent. Well silent in the form of there not being people here. They only came out when something was wrong with one of the mills. So to see someone else here seemed to be very interesting indeed. She waited for him to answer. She looked up at the mill she had been leaning against with a smile. The one two down seemed to be having an issue though. She tilted her head to the side and then looked back at the boy.

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Sahalie waits patiently for the boy next to her to answer. He seems to have the same problem she does with conversing. Least from the silence it would seem so. She listens closely to the windmill they stand next to and the mill that seems to be sounding off. It takes her a moment to realize that the mill is about to die. She bites her lower lip and tries to recall what it was that the crew does to make it work again. She has not tools with her but she had to do something. A mill not rotating in this normal circles. It just not right and it makes things odd and wrong. Sahalie understands machinary. People were a different story. She wasn't so shy she couldn't be in society it was just that machines seemed to be more her thing. After all she came from two parents who analyzed or worked on machines and production of power. Could anyone really blame the small girl.

The boy next to her started to speak as he finally made words come out of her mouth. She couldn't help but smile polietly at him. "I..its alright if...umm...if its hard to talk. i..I understand." She stuttered out as soft spoken as he was. It was quite exciting to find someone that was almost like her. That could possibly relate to her. After all she didn't really have many if any friends. "I...I'm Sahalie by the way." perhaps exchanging names would make things a little easier. Sahalie was never sure how to act around others when she was alone. She would find a way to make her and the boy feel comfortable because that was something that she knew she could at least try to do.

The words that came out of him next made her smile. "Yes they are." She said that without stuttering for the first time in the conversation. "However, the peace here is gonna shatter in a moment. One of them seems to be having a very bad day." She slowly moved and motioned for the male to follow her if he wanted two. She got to the other windmill as soon as it died out completely. She shook her head and looked up at it with sad eyes. She went over to the side to see if she could get into the panel.

Sahalie was an odd ball. When she was with her parents she took cues from them on how to act around others. She understood machines like no other child could because of how much they fascinated her. It helped that her parents worked with them. From her mother she had learned how to be comforting to others. However, her wording wasn't exactly comforting at times. When it came to a machine breaking down in her presence she really wasn't sure how to express her worry in that, and not make people feel just a bit weird by it. She turned to Matthieu when he said his name. She smiled brightly at him. "Its a pleasure to mee you Matthieu." She still spoke softly but with a little more confidence now so she wasn't stuttering.

He seemed to be taken aback by her words about the windmill for a minute but he did indeed follow her over to the other windmill. She wasn't sure why but for some reason this slight gesture made her feel really happy. He wasn't treating her like some weirdo. Could it be possible that she was making a friend who wasn't a machine or an animal? She would see where it went one step at a time. After all a friendship takes time to blossom and grow. Right now she was more worried about getting the windmill back up and running. One lone windmill down wouldn't completely destroy the production the others were making but Sahalie just didn't like the idea of any of them being down for the count. Everyone of them was important so that the whole could work.

She wished it was that was with people. If it were that way with people then they wouldn't have the hunger games to watch. Then again that same mode of thinking could be used for the games. She took a deep breath and took out a bobby pin from her hair. A strand fell down into her face and she giggled a little bit before she picked open the door to the controls. She turned to look at Matthieu, when he asked to help. A small smile came to her face as he continued. "I'd love the help...Umm do you have anything long and perhaps pointed...like a pencil. I'm gonna need it and umm...could you hold the door open while I get to work."Sahalie had no tools on her but she could improvise. It was something that she was good at.

It was another odd ball thing that had everyone else but her parents confused by. Her parents just didn't know who she took after more. One seconds her skills and attitudes were just like her father, the next she was being observant and analyzing everything around her. She was the perfect combination of the both of them. She started to get to work checking the wires and the control panel that was on the door. There was a red light blinking and she was sure that was sending a single to the main room that would be calling out maintence onto it. However, it could take awhile before any crew got to it. "Machines aren't all that hard to understand. Its a matter of fixing them that it is. Anyone can learn. At least learn the signs of what's going on before a machine fails."

Sahalie turned to smile at Matt and give comment to his not knowing anything about these types of things. You just had to listen and you could hear how things worked. Of course for her the machines talked to her. They each had a different voice and she knew when they were sick and needed repair or when they were going to die and there would be nothing they could do to fix them. She wasn't sure why she knew that but she did. She kept looking for where the problem might be. If the panel was still working then this one could be saved but the process was delicate and slightly time consuming.

For the first time in like every Sahalie was actually completely aware of having another person with her. Usually when she was working on a machine or something of the sort she would be so zoned into it that she wouldn't notice the person next to her. This time she did, this time she wanted to remember that there was another person with her. She wanted to make a friend cause it would be nice to have one. She waited on him to tell her if he had a bencil or not. If he didn't she'd just use the pins she had in her hair. She would have to work carefully as well.

It didn't take him long to tell her that he didn't have a pencil. "That's alright, just means I have to be extra careful when pulling up wires to make sure they are all connected properly." She worked a little slower now as she pulled two more pins out of her hair letting the strands fall. She pushed the strands behind her ear and kept on working. The next thing she knew as Matthieu was asking her to teach him the signs of a machine failing. Her eyes lit up like a kid on their birthday morning. "Of curse I can teach you. Most of it is just the ability to listen. Machines talk you know." She knew it sounded weird but it was true. They talked and they let you know. You just had to be listening.

She found the disconnected wire a few minutes later. It was frayed and loose but she could juryrig something to fix it until the maintence team could get out to fix it. She would tell her dad when she got home. She fell silent as she took her hair completely down. She took the elastic she had tired into her hair and put it around the frayed wire slowly. Then she took the ribbon she's had in her hair and tied it to middle leaving a sign for the workers when they got there. Then she carefully placed the wire back in the spot it needed to be adding two pins to hold it into place. "There we go." She hit a button on the panel and the mill roared to life. She closed the panel door after motioning to Matt to let it go.

"You hear that...Listen what does it sound like." She was teaching him something right now.