"...I'm not a spy. I'd have been a lot more sneaky if I was a spy, the fact that I'm not sneaky means I'm probably not a spy. And ask him, I didn't even mean to be here!"

The other party goers crowd around Walta.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not hurt. Still really confused though."

"It's okay, my auntie will take care of things when she gets home."

"Talking to an adult is probably a good idea." She glances around at everyone. "I'm gonna go try to stand Bert back up."

"Want help?"

"Do you have a crane?"

"We have like five kids with super strength."

"That would probably help, sure."

She starts walking over to where it came to rest.

Martin rights the machine with his bare hands.

-And nearly rips a hydraulic lead right off as it flops back onto the ground. "Hey, be more careful! I need to get it to standing rest again, and I could have told you where to lift..."

"Sorry!"

She sits back into the cockpit-area and flips a few switches. "Okay, on the big metal bar that's not making noise, slowly."

He does so.

And it settles into a stable standing pose with a series of clicks, and she shuts the engine off. "Thanks! Time to see how much damage that fall did..."

"Hey, do you wanna get something to eat?"

"Not really! I want to clean Bert and then finish what I was trying to fix on it. 'Cause that's the thing I actually know how to do. This looks like a party, go have fun if you want."

"I think the party's kind of moved over here."

"Well if you tell me what the food is and don't trick me into eating something gross, then sure."

"Party food."

"No I mean like, this is bread. This cake is made with chicken eggs, right, not something crazy like ostrich or quail?"

"Yeah. Though there's some dead fish for Michael over there."

"Okay, I'll be happy to have some party food in like two minutes. Ugh, popped seal..." She peers at a cylinder leaking some kind of blue ooze for a moment before setting on it with tools.

They watch.