[Offered the opportunity to help set right the ravaged cities, Jean Valjean had not hesitated to volunteer himself. After several days of convalescence, his injuries have healed and he can suppress his limp to the point that it is scarcely noticeable. And as it turns out, this will not hinder him in the least. He is bemused by the method of clean up they are meant to employ, the drones as foreign and fantastical to him as the dragon itself had been.
He stands back, watching the young girl operate the seemingly impossible machinery with finesse (and substantial joy, it would seem). As she pauses to take a break, he approaches and gently speaks up.]
You are quite good at that, mademoiselle. Would it be too much trouble to show an old man how it is done?
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He stands back, watching the young girl operate the seemingly impossible machinery with finesse (and substantial joy, it would seem). As she pauses to take a break, he approaches and gently speaks up.]
You are quite good at that, mademoiselle. Would it be too much trouble to show an old man how it is done?