"Oh!"
For a split second, Evelyn looks decidedly undecided, if she should burst into incontrollable fits of laughter or waste the single projectile in her Derringer on the automaton. Instead she pulls herself together, inching slightly to the left, towards the direction of the tea tray, that the clockwork Private is still holding.
"Thank you, your help is greatly appreciated! Right... now all we need to do is find out who this POSTMAN..."
Evelyn ducks, as another shot rings out, smashing the teapot and the sugar bowl on the tray. Without hesitation, Evelyn dashes across the room, pulls something small and shiny from the mantelpiece, smashes it on the floor and stomps repeatedly on it with her dainty little boot. Finally she points to the heap of crooked brass pieces, springs and cogs on the floor.
"It's a bug!"