"He's always in the library," he offers as help. "Hard to miss the guy! You wanna find him wherever and you see me, just ask. --oh, wait."

Tidus pats his chest twice, looks around as if he's looking for something, but it's short-lived as he waves a hand dismissively. "We'll try on the train," he says unhelpfully. "Just go, 'hey you!' if you see him! He's always looking out to be Mister Helpful."

There's still scraps to deal with beside him, a sunken in house that's likely to be demolished than fixed as it is. Tidus throws in a random chunk of the scenery into his already well-filled cart.