Brash hums and rubs her chin as she mulls over Resin's words. "Nothing so elaborate." She responds, "I simply meant I went through all the trouble to obtain a proper bucket, make primary and secondary costumes for me and my friend, and made plans should we be separated."

Brash turns to head towards the next house, setting another piece of candy on the ground. "Well, if you think this ordeal is fun, I could use a pony to do that tired chant for me so I don't have to wrench the candy out of everyponys' hooves." Ready to make a trail of candy, Brash awaits to see if Resin will lead the way.

"Huh? Oh." Brash peels away from her gems and heads into her basement for a moment, returning with a bag of bits that she places before Nightingale. "Your part is done, just a bunch of measuring and weighing left for me to do."

Brash scratches the back of her head awkwardly, "You helped me a lot, even if it wasn't much effort on your part. Any progress on this project is worth more bits to me than I have to offer, so make sure to come to me with something I can help you with someday. I'd rather not feel I'm in your debt."

As the balloon appears Brash promptly begins looking through the gems and sorting them into groups with no real expression on whether she was getting proper results. As the light came from the balloon Brash would occasionally put a gem into it, some would glow brilliantly and others would simply block the light from advancing, she further sorted the gems on these reactions.

"I don't spend my money on unnecessary items, I have food, water, metal, and tools. There's no use in fancy pictures on the walls or silver dining sets, the state of my abode is only as such on the outside to protect what's on the inside. So long as nopony thinks my house should be condemned then that's all I care."

Brash paused and looked over to Nightingale before continuing her sorting. "Of course, should any under my employ wish for me to add some things, I have the bits to spare."

Brash remains collected amongst the flurry of questions, Carri asked even more questions upon meeting Brash. "Carri Air, is an employee of mine, she helps moving heavy loads of metal and the sort, she also excels at making rudimentary observations about my project." Brash takes a long breath, "The automaton, my father's life work which caused him to succumb to illness due to his obsession. However, I aspire to complete it, using my father's designs and research... As well as my own personal skill of course."

 "Anyway, gem sorting should be easy so long as my father's collection has what I need."

"Of course MY house... abandoned..." Brash thinks as she's pulled away from the curtain. Looking around Brash locates a hatch on the floor in the far corner. Then she runs up the stairs and checks the second floor. Back down she darts into the kitchen. With a frustrated growl she trots back into the main room, "This wasn't a theft, my house has been vandalized!" She runs back to the same curtain and bites onto it repeating the prior scene.

"As you should." Brash quickens her pace. After a bit she turns the corner that brings her home into view, though she's still unwilling to believe such a thing to be her place of residence.

The house had been fixed up, no longer anything visibly broken. Unlike its former state it's more in line with the houses around it, yet it sports a much richer look, elegant curtains and awnings with an archway as its entrance.

"Blech, look at that, deplorable, truly." She points a hoof at the place. "Whomever took my home had really poor taste." Continuing to it she then says, "Though I guess there'll be clues to the culprit inside."

Brash growls, "Do I look dumb to you?" She stops and points her snout to the sky, "I've drawn maps of Ponyville. Furthermore it's my house, I think I'd know where it's supposed to be."

"It can't just go missing, I have my whole life's work in there." Brash huffs, "And none of you common folk even have a clue! Just leave, I'll find it myself! Gah!" But instead of heading anywhere Brash simply sits down, having no leads on where to go.