[Cid comes round, cigar already lit after he listens to Jayce’s spiel and goes to do what he does best. ]

Alright, alright. Let’s get this thing working again.

[Cid surveys the trolley car, noting damage, picking things apart. He starts prying things off and making little piles of damaged bits.]

It’s really not so bad, right? So long as you mind your step, we could probably put it back on the tracks right now. A couple boards cross the bottom would probably be a good idea…