As much as she wanted to steer clear of the machines to avoid any potential scares, Star knew she had to help Haywire. She had to both help him achieve his dream and repay him for letting her stay with him in his workshop. It was for this reason she was hesitantly picking through the various piles around the workshop, doing her best to sort through it and organize some of the clutter around the place. As she did so, the welcoming machine at the entrance of the workshop sounded off, causing Star to perk her ears and look towards the front door, glad for the distraction and for somepony new to talk to.

"Hi there!" Star called cheerily to the pony entering the shop as she trotted over to meet her. "Welcome to Tech Tock, where the only limit to creation is your imagination!" She paused for a moment, mind wandering back to the other day when Clarity had entered the shop, and Star had told Haywire that she wasn't sure he could make a certain invention without magic... She'd need to apologize to him for that, for not believing in that motto. Mentally shaking herself back to the situation at hand, she smiled brightly to Jazz and continued. "Thanks for paying us a visit... How can we help you today, miss?"

Jazz gives Star a friendly smile as the other mare walks over to greet her, and then a slight giggle at the shop's apparent motto. Hopefully they live up to it, what she had in mind probably isn't going to be easy. "Hi there." She greets, stopping for a moment to gather her thoughts on what she wants. "I was-" She starts to say, only to be interrupted by the hatch on the turtle dome thingy popping open in a rush of smoke, followed by Haywire poking his head out. She waves back at the messy green stallion, chuckling at the mispronunciation of her name. "Hi!" She calls out as the inventor tumbles down the side of the machine. "I've been good, how are you doing?" She answers as Haywire trots over. She holds out a hoof to Star when Hay introduces her, a cheerful grin on her face. "Nice to meet you Star. And it's actually Jazz." She doesn't really mind Haywire getting her name wrong, it's kind of amusing actually, but she figures she might as well be introduced properly. Her attention is drawn back to the turtle machine at the sound of something falling, and her eyebrows rise at the mechanical bird flying it's way toward them. The white unicorn "oooooh."s quietly under her breath as she watches Bubo come down to land on Hay's head. If he could do something like that than surely he could make what she wants, right? "Hi Bubo!" She says, a wide grin on her face. She turns her attention back to Haywire and Star, her smile fading somewhat. "Well." She starts, looking between the two ponies. "Around the time the dance was Clarity told me about when she visited, and mentioned Bubo." She says, gesturing to the little robot. "Hearing about that kinda got me thinking... About twenty years ago my wife lost most of her hind legs. And I was wondering if... you'd be able to make something to help her."

Upon hearing noise behind her, Star glanced back over her shoulder to greet the source of the noise, knowing it to be Haywire. She watched him approach before looking back to Jazz, smiling and waving first in greeting when the mare was introduced, followed by her blinking when she mentioned she was Clarity's mother. Star wondered briefly if she was here to chew the both of them out for what had happened the other day... though she seemed like she wasn't irritated about anything... "It's nice to meet you too, miss Jazz," Star responded politely while she still had a moment and it was still fresh on her mind, then listened as Jazz told them that her wife had lost her hind legs and that she'd come looking for a replacement.

A look of sympathy crossed Star's face, knowing that it must have been difficult for them, but she honored Jazz for sticking by her wife's side through it all. It must've taken a lot of love to get through that, not to mention last twenty years. She then glanced over to Hay as he started talking about wings and trying to get measurements of her wings for 'science'. She giggled and responded with, "You can still certainly do that," as she nuzzled his shoulder before continuing, "But I don't think that's what miss Jazz had in mind. It sounds like she's looking for something to help her wife walk again. I could certainly think you'd be able to make some kind of hydraulic, or gear-operated system, or some mixture of the two... Just as long as it didn't try to get a mind of its own." Those words were left as a subtle warning, relating to the other machines behind her in the shop, as she looked back to Jazz. "The best place for us to start would be to ask if you had anything in mind."

Hay pauses to think, hoof tapping his chin as his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth a bit in concentration as he thought back to the party where he'd met Jazz and tried to recall the deafened conversation to the best of his ability.

Exoskeleton... Exoskeleton... Ah!

"Oh! I remember now! It's my invention where it can help ponies carry more weight," He explained more to Star than Jazz as this was the first time it had ever been mentioned in front of the pegasus, "it wraps around the body and transfers the weight of whatever somepony has on their backs through the framing instead of just the body and takes some of the load off. It can't work as legs on their own though... But maybe I could take the design and add in some nice gears and stuff like you said.

"I'll need to look at them again, however!" Hay explained, voice growing excited at the idea of building something fancy and new from something that had, like with most of his inventions, not seen the light of day in some time "And that means we'll have to find it! Star! Could you please check over in those piles by the prototype portable sun generator? You know, the one by the table? I think I last left my exoskeleton either over there, underneath a bike-airship hybrid that has a sticky note stuck onto it saying 'To be continued', or... It's in here!" At that Haywire literally dove into a pile of scrap and discarded half built inventions to his right, him somehow managing to treat the collection of hard materials as if it were water like an overly wealthy duck diving into a pool of gold coins.

He didn't surface.

This was relatively normal around here.

Jazz briefly glances over in the direction Haywire had indicated at his mention of a "portable sun generator". While she has no idea which of the devices over there it could be, it sounds pretty interesting. Maybe she'll ask about it a bit later. She looks back at Haywire in time to see him dive straight into a pile of gadgets and managing to go right through it like he'd jumped into a pool. The white unicorn giggles softly. Seems like a useful talent to have in a place like this. As Star moves off to begin her own search, Jazz remains where she is, unsure if she should try to help out. Well... They probably know the place well enough, so she turns to just looking around at the gizmos and gadgets littering the workshop. She has no idea what most of them could be for, though a couple she might be able to take a guess at. There was some kind of giant dough mixer machine past the pile Haywire had jumped into, though it has a few strange odds and ends sticking off of it in places. A little to her right was what looks like an ordinary potted plant, nestled among the doodads piled on a table, and she was almost sure it wasn't there when she'd arrived. Before she can investigate and possibly reveal it as a well disguised sprinkler or perhaps a floral invader from another dimension, Star speaks up about having found the exoskeleton, and that something was trying to keep it away from her. Jazz trots over toward the other mare, trying to spot whatever it is. She can definitely see something shifting around underneath and around the machines, though she has difficulty making out what it is. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She asks, keeping her eye on the moving object and coming to a stop near Star.

"Cut off its escape routes" sounded easy enough to Star, which was exactly what she relayed to Jazz in response to her question. "It's just a shame a day can't go by without cooperation," she added with a sigh and a shake of her head before blocking off one of the few paths available through all the clutter she'd yet to make headway with. There was just so much working against her, it felt like, and she had no idea how to solve her problem. Yet she had to, because she felt like she owed it to Hay...

Wearing a light frown as those thoughts lingered on the edges of her mind, she stood watch in front of her chosen pathway, ears perked at attention as she waited for something to happen. She could hear Hay shout that he got it, making her relax just as bit as she waited for him to come back into sight--confusion overtook her as he repeated the statement a few moments later, as if he'd not quite succeeded. Shortly following the barely audible 'thud' of his failed second attempt at capturing the little peanut thing, Star caught movement of the machine in question as it rounded one of the piles of scrap and scurried into her field of vision.

Strangely enough, it was headed straight for her. Not bothering to second-guess this, Starr narrowed her eyes a bit and lowered her body into a crouch like a cat readying a pounce, she waited for it to scurry closer and closer... before finally doing just what she looked like she was going to, and leapt for the machine, hoping to finish the silly chase once and for all.

Of course, it wasn't going to be that easy. As she pounced, the little machine turned at the last moment and darted out from underneath her, leaving her no room to adjust herself with her wings. Instead of meeting the machine, she met the floor instead--and after a moment of gathering herself she huffed and raised her head to look around, only to see that it had gone Jazz's direction instead, even if it might not have known yet.

After a few more seconds of being unable to grasp that his flawless plan had failed him, Haywire was pulled out of it when he heard somepony hit the ground, an assumption that it had something to do with his escaped quarry leading him to trot off to investigate. Seeing Star on the ground after her pounce he came closer to check and see if she was both okay and if she had succeeded. Seeing no peanut shaped machine near her however answered the latter right away.

"Are you o-" he was in the middle of asking before being interrupted by the cacophony of noise that was the collapse of the everything around Jazz. It wasn't difficult to spot the spectacle, Haywire right away taking off in a gallop towards the possible disaster waiting for him, him stopping at the edge of it all with a slight sliding of his hooves. For a few moments he looked worried over the possibility of Jazz having gotten hurt, not many ponies other than he being capable of navigating metal and the like with little trouble, but his worries were soon alleviated when Jazz' hooves triumphantly burst out from the pile clutching the machine they had all been chasing. Hay sat down and gave the mare a short round of applause at the victory.

"Good work everypony!" the inventor praised, giving Star another look and a quick scan of his eyes to check for any boo boos on her part, though finding it difficult to search her in such a way for long without his cheeks heating up a little bit, "Are you alright though, Jazz? That looked like a bump if ever I've seen one." Offering a hoof to assist her escape of the pile she was in should she wish to accept, Haywire gave her a grin at the question.

Seeing that she was holding the runaway peanut wheely deal and not the exoskeleton it had made off with, Haywire turned his attention back to the pile and brushed some of the debris away before sticking his head into it and grabbing hold of something with his teeth.

"Now!" Hay spoke through his teeth as he pulled out the exoskeleton from beneath the garbage/scrap/potentially priceless gadgets depending on your view, him walking backwards until the invention was in the middle of the three ponies little triangle while Bubo, having been lost in scrap when Haywire had dove into the first pile, reappeared to land on his head with a rather flat look, "I need to figure out how to add some more muscle to this design to act as actual legs. But first I need some general questions asked. Firstly, how tall is your wife? Taller or shorter than Star? Secondly, do you have any pictures of her before she lost her legs that I could use as a reference? I can get started by basing the early build off of your legs, Star, if you don't mind of course, then tweek the design either after I have a picture or when we can get Jazz' wife in for a test of the prototype.

"We're there any details you wanted me to know about or take into consideration during the development?" He asked Jazz as he picked up his exoskeleton and started giving it a good look to refresh his memory of the smaller details, "anything at all? Maybe add in a cup holder? Some bouncy hooves for extra jumping power? Oh! Oh! Water skis and propellers!" Haywire, being Haywire, of course never made any mention of needing to be paid for his work, his eager eyes and gleeful smile showing his satisfaction with merely helping somepony and building something new. Bubo, recognizing his forgetfulness, knew where we're that was going, the metal bird trying to think of a way to raise the question with his limitations in communicating with ponies other than his creator.