“I’m Rustbolt. I own this pile of shit.” He gestured to the heaps of trash. “Well, PILES.”

“So something needs fixing? Maybe I can help?”

The Repairman tried to cover where Marie’s ears would be.

“Hey, watch it! There’s a kid here!”

Marie swatted his hands away, though, and quickly turned to him.

“Hey, I’m no kid! I already know those” *honk honk* “words!”

The Repairman shrugged, and helped Marie give Rustbolt’s parts back.

Both Marie and the Repairman nearly dropped the piles they were carrying as Rustbolt offered help.

“NO!”  they both said, a little too quickly.

Marie cleared her throat as her brother grumbled.

“Look, I appreciate it, but we’re going to be fine here. I’m assisting him, after all.”

She looked back at him, and caught his eye. He watched her like a hawk when she was near the Wall.

“…Well, I’m trying to, at least,” she sighed.