Mr. Lochrin's cheerful agreement did not induce any sense of confidence whatsoever, so Greer hurried through the tiny shop and down the stairs to the basement. It was mostly used for storage, though they did have one of their larger machines in the basement for big projects. Skidding to a stop near the shelves she thought the hat box was on, she scanned through the other boxes wearily, hoping nothing of note was happening upstairs. He was an odd duck and Greer did not know what to make of him, but at the moment, she did know that she wanted his strange mechanical spider out of her workspace.

"Ah!" She exclaimed in triumph, as she pushed some things aside to grab the rather large, sturdy hat box from a shelf just above her head. Hurrying back up the stairs, she hoped that by the silence of the shop that nothing had gone terribly awry. "Here," she held the box aloft for Mr. Lochrin to get his spider and get out.