Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Sufficiently analyzed magic is indistinguishable from technology.
... and then there's that thing in the corner.
"Bonjour," said the thing. It seemed cheerful enough. It seemed human enough, provided that one was sufficiently myopic and without their glasses. It's heart was definitely not in the right place, given that it was both outside its clothing and sparkling with its own inner lights.
"What is it doing here?" said Lorraine. The Walter Worker assigned to her just shrugged.
"Je cherché pour Maman," said the thing. It produced a black card from its corset. "Ici? C'est Maman."
"I... don't speak french..."
The thing startled. "Oh! Oh, neither do I. I just- I just glitch less when I use-use-use it."
Rrrrrriiiiiiiight... Lorraine turned to the Walter Worker. "Is she one of yours?"
The Walter Worker signed, I'm pretty sure that's not a Walterbot.
"Quoi?" said the thing.
There was a chain around it's neck. Lorraine gently lifted it up and found a small pocketwatch and a little tag.
If found, notify Steve Negrete. And some of his contact details.
Somewhere in the mansion, there was going to be a very, very, very unlucky dragon.