Letting out a small breath that clouds in the wintry air, Faye stretches before crossing her legs, craning her neck to get a better look at the belly of the ship, open just above their heads. "Rust in the snow, I guess. Or maybe just frozen, but I managed to get the coal burning for a while, thawed her out some. I have oil in the kit over there," she nods towards a toolbox that sits by one of the gatlings. "But she's changed, and I can't quite figure out how everything works. Just in the engine. Everything else appears to be the same."

With a small quirk of her lips, Faye shrugs, although the furrow of her brow is proof enough that she doesn't plan on abandoning the project anytime soon, no matter how trying.