"Got it. I'll put aside my other orders-this is more important. It'll be a bit rudimentary, but I think it could work-"
The gears of her mind are whirring, in her element. Tech is her lifeblood-literally and figuratively
"She'd see this as an excuse to throw my stepsisters at you-try to marry them off to a rich prince, y'know? She'd probably separate me from you-she's already itching for an excuse to get rid of me-maybe she'll sell me off the draft or somethin'-tell you I "volunteered to help my country!" or some crap. And even if she doesn't find out about you, more money just means more that she takes."