Wilbert leaned back in his chair, the Solmiri imposter looking at the young Repairman with a flicker of something that might have been respect. He had assumed that she would put her family in that pocket dimension every repairman had and then find them a new home in another world.
The solution to all of her problems was very simple, yet she insisted on saving the rest of her kind. They had ruined their own world, were they worth saving? Once again, he thought of another trait the repairman council liked to see when recruiting; determination.
Classic repairman, she just had to find a way to fix her world! Whatever, it is her grave, he thought.
