He wondered if this was Raven's way of expressing what they were all feeling--a sense of restlessness and uselessness, of wanting to do something meaningful and act instead of just react. A broken clock that told the wrong time didn't hold much intrinsic value by itself; the real value, he guessed, was what it could do for Raven.

Jess could relate all too well to having a pair of itchy hands that needed a task to occupy them.

"'One man's rubbish is another man's treasure'," he quoted, thinking it appropriate. Jess wasn't about to speak against her interest in scavenging. If anyone could make use of the town's deitrus, it would be the town's mechanically-inclined space girl. "You should, if you think you can get some mileage out of this stuff. It's just going to waste otherwise."

He nodded his chin at her--particularly the hand holding the key. "Happy hunting. You never know with this place, you could hit the jackpot."