Tidus hums, sympathetic. Just how were any of them actually meant to get these jobs done when they had the know-how for electronics as well as their medieval companions did?

"You think it'd be easier if we brought all the good robots to one of the stations," he muses slowly, waving a hand, "stuck all the tech-heads with them, and the rest of us cleaned up the solar panels?" A tilt to his frown. "I mean, with Webs's magic, we might be able to do it."