[center][color=DarkRed][H2]Ajit[/h2][/color][/center]

Ajit squinted through his busted glasses as he fiddled with the Swiss Army Knife. He had been going at it for a while now, trying bring a few more of the features back from the dead. He had managed to free a small screwdriver from the clutches of age, but there was already a screwdriver free. A lot of wasted effort for something rather obsolete. However, Ajit continued. The fact that he had a crack in his glasses did not help is concentration, from his perspective a large blot in his vision. Nonetheless, he was still lucky to have the glasses. A remnant from the days when things were good. 

Normally he would have made a little joke about the kids going to bed, and at the story of the knight that was told to them, but he was feeling quite exhausted, and besides, he was too wrapped up in his little repairing job. Nonetheless, he shot Daniel a quick smile, and then carried on. Ajit always did his best not to intimidate or frighten anyone in the Rochester crew. He had this sickly fear in the back of his mind that if he did, they would turn on him and cast him out. And what on earth would he do from there? Join the cannibals? Hell no. Ajit could not bear the thought. It was easy to come off as cordial and friendly, at least for him. 

Suddenly, a breakthrough. A can opener came lose. Now that was a good thing. "We have a can opener!" He whispered in a louder tone, attempting not to wake the children while grinning happily.