"Yeah, it's me," he says, too exhausted and generally sad to get very ruffled about her attitude. It doesn't make a difference anyway. He makes it to the cot next to hers and sits down, curling his legs to the side.

"Herbert told me your gem got hurt, so... I'm here to fix it." He doesn't put much more into his sales pitch than that. He isn't sure what she wants him to do. "If it breaks in half I don't know if I'll be able to heal it anymore."