"Oh, now that you mention it -" Ailee handed a notebook over to Coleman. Inside are incredibly detailed drawings of the train, compass-precise as though stolen from the original blueprints. Coleman was there too - illustrated in flickering motions of lead, red arrows showing ranges of motion, bracketed by endless little cascades of kanji. Many little aspects of his day and routine were captured - detailed illustrations of every aspect of engine operation and maintenance, but also incongruously a number of quieter moments drawn with a timeless attention to mood. A landscape scene of him looking out at the desert, much like he was now, tiny against the vastness.

"Obviously I don't know everything," said Ailee, "but that's not for lack of trying. You're trying to take refuge in your own petty sense of expertise, imagining that this bunsen burner on wheels is somehow incomprehensible to me - it is not! I am fully capable of operating it based on my observations, and while I don't have all the nuance down yet I am [i]not[/i] a helpless passenger. Maybe if you'd been paying attention to my magic rather than bricking your mind shut you'd have learned something too."