Heart pounding, you hit the emergency concealment protocol before the peasant girl can scream. Hydraulic arms extend from the time machine's undercarriage with a hiss of steam, dragging thick grapevines over the metallic surface. The glass dome polarizes to a mirror finish as camouflage systems activate, making the machine resemble nothing more than a strangely shaped boulder covered in vegetation.

You burst from the hatch just as the girl opens her mouth to call for help. Pressing a finger to your lips, you reach into your utility belt and produce a small holographic device. With a flick of your wrist, it projects the image of an angelic figure - exactly the kind of religious vision these people might believe in. The girl falls to her knees, crossing herself fervently as the 'apparition' speaks in Latin about divine secrets.

From the nearby village, you hear shouts and the sound of running feet. You have mere moments before more people arrive. The time machine's cloaking won't hold up to close inspection, especially not by inquisitive Renaissance minds who might mistake it for demonic magic. Your boots sink into the soft earth as you weigh your options, the scent of crushed grapes rising around you.

The peasant girl remains transfixed by the hologram, allowing you to quickly scan the surroundings. A stone well stands a few yards away beside a thatched storage shed. Beyond the vineyard's low walls, you see the winding path leading to the village proper - smoke rising from numerous chimneys against the golden afternoon light.