Pieces that i don’t have a place for yet

I heard a woman's voice, and decided to investigate so i crawled forward and found a vent to my left, i looked through and saw a beautiful woman putting on her jewelry and delicately applying make up "she's probably scared half to death Tavish, knowing what some people say about outsiders nowadays" i heard a grunt of agreement and i turned my gaze to the only other person in the room finding to my surprise that it was the scrawny engineer that i had seen accompanying the red head inventor earlier "wherever she's hiding i bet she has a pretty good ability to listen in" the woman hummed in response, "if it is her and not some other girl, i might have some extra information" she said tentatively, "such as ?" The man said "well, not long before the creator died, he told me that for most if not all of her life his granddaughter was left alone, and you know as well as i do that silence can make anyone jumpy, heck that's why you took a job as an engineer" she said and the man grunted once again in agreement,

The man dressed in grey and black stood in the office, and I got a decent chance for the first time to examine him, starting from the top i found that he wore a leather cap like a newsboys cap with dark lensed goggles resting on the brim, his hair peeked out from the edges on the cap a strange metallic grey color, his face was stained here and there with some kind of oil or grease, then he had a black bandana tied around his neck then other this he wore a grey jacket, that looked fireproof like a fireman's coat, the sleeves ended at this elbows, underneath this jacket he wore a knitted shirt striped grey and black, i could see his black and grey striped yarn clad arms extend past the the sleeves of the grey jacket, on his hands he wore black leather fingerless gloves but held a pair of black heavy duty work gloves in one hand, i moved my gaze downward and found that he wore a indestructible looking belt with a broad metal buckle with various scratches along it, the belt was threaded through the loops of cargo pants but with, more pockets than id seen on any regular pair of cargo pants, and like the inventor i had seen before, his pockets seemed to be bursting and overflowing with various odd shaped bits of metal wires and colorful bits of rubber, finally my eyes moved down to his feet, i saw that he wore tough leather work boots tan in color and although scuffed they looked clean, his occupation being an engineer i expected them to be stained with at least three types of grease. "What the matter ? Voice doesn't match up with the face ?" he asked and i hesitated before nodding nervously he chuckled, it sounded like the rumble of thunder in the distance leaning against the table and crossed his arms over his chest, he grinned good naturedly and said "i get that a lot"