Relieved that the comment about the town hadn’t been anything alarming, Techie smiles to himself. It’s a tiny but sincere upward twitch of his lips. “That s-sounds really nice! I’d k-kill for Seth to keep me s-safe, too. Oh! N-Not literally, of course…” 

He thinks briefly of his own crime-infested city and shudders. Techie would love to have a Seth of his own indeed. That might even keep him alive past 35! “Does he really h-have, um, superp-p-powers?” Techie asked, sounding young and awestruck. He hoped he did!

Techie politely waved off her concern. He’d been doing this for years now, paid or not. “I can sh-show you in a minute! As for help… um… m-maybe bring me a wet cl-cloth for the dust? P-Please?”