"No, he's fine." She looks over at Nancy, who is indeed paying the eggs very little mind, and has instead jumped onto Winter's bed so he can steal the pillow to curl up on. "I don't think he cares."

She claps Winter's book shut. "There's very little I can contribute here too, unless people don't mind me trying to make robots or fix their engineering, but I've been informed that people don't really like it when you rip up their vehicles without permission. Which means they won't want to pay me."