"The drones tend to be picky." She grinned. "Means if he's with me and I'm back in here, he'll probably come find you to pester you. Once I make them, I kind of lose control of them."

She fumbled a moment to put her tools and the contraption she was working on in one hand, brushing off any grease on her work pants before shaking his hand. "Mira Greason, and also dabble with guitar. Acoustic folk and blues mostly, though I have a small following at the club I work at, for when they talk me into filling in a jazz session." She smiled. "What style you play?"