A little fowlie says you want me for your job supervisor? You asked for it, then. No bunking off.

What's that? Bit of a din? Sorry about that, treacle. We work as we chat, we do. Say, did Feist ever mention? I can't sing a lullaby to save me life. We're all out building Londinium, keeping it going day and night, and meanwhile our little ones are nodding off to the clinking of our hammers.

You don't believe it, do you, when I say the kids here can't get enough of me? I talk about me metalworking, that's all, and they gawp like I'm straight out of fairyland. Got a few Sarkaz eyeing me like a ghost, too... Bet you anything they saw what we could rustle up in Londinium.

Rummaging scrap from the tip, forging a thing or two out of it, it's pretty run-of-the mill. Plenty of us did that for fun during job training, I know I did. You hammer down at first and 'BANG!', and you think to yourself, heaven almighty, what if someone hears me? But soon enough, you're going hammer and tong just to get it finished. See, now you know how we felt making the walkers.

Our Speaker's got a gorgeous name, you know, Vina Victoria. Right pain of a signature! I can see her practicing now. She asked me one time, get this, 'do you want a seat in Parliament?' But I think I'd rather stay in the factories, keep an eye on the kinds of acts she's signing in. She bloody well knows we're watching.

Treacle, I've nothing to hide. You'd find it crap too, having to shelter in your own city. The first step was working with everyone I could. Get them to safety, made more arms in secret, more munitions to fight back. Carried on until every factory was in on it. Luckily, some people did us a massive favor with their agendas. Reunion, you know plenty about them, right? I want to hear.

I need to thank you, Doctor, you did more than I ever guessed. If the airship hadn't fallen, we wouldn't be here now having tea. And while we're at it, I appreciate you not calling an old foundrywoman a 'war hero' for driving a walker. Let's be clear: us workers never wanted to be fighting the war.

Pardon me boy Feist. He's got inventions on the brain, and not much in the way of people skills. Got a bit of a ways to go. Lucky he's still alive to invent Londinium something new... That's not what really matters, though, I just thank the stars he survived at all.

I'm getting on. Even without the Oripathy, my time's coming up, and I'm fine with that. Mind if I have a smoke...? Odds are, I'll be gone before I can hammer out the Londinium I remember. So be it. For each of us old bastards that kicks it, the city's frees up for a youngen.

Don't nod off here. If you want good rest, you sleep when you're meant to. Do things when you should, keep it to a rhythm, alright, treacle?

Save your hospitality, Doctor. I'm only checking in me grandson here. I'll park myself in your office for a bit, give him time to hide all his gadgets… Huh, don't constipate yourself either, just say the word if Rhodes Island wants a favor done.

Doctor, how many of you made it back safe and sound?

Now what's the point in decorating this old rust bucket? I suppose she could bang out a shinier medal for you.

The war had us Londiniers all hammering away on the same line. It might be over now, but we're still thick as thieves. You've won the trust of a good lot, and I think you can imagine their power.

The old machine's getting on a bit, but she still runs as fine as ever.

Sure. I'll be watching this lot.

Keep your wits about ya. Even a factory machine can bite your finger right off.

Nothing to fear. We're here now. We're standing firm. We will win.

What do you need?

Got the ol' girl ready to work.

Here as planned.

What? We've got secret tunnels of our own.

Brighter on the furnace!

Get that steam rising!

Cover your ears!

Victory to every Londinier!

They say quenching makes or breaks steel, but without all the hammering first, you'll never get the good stuff. Haha, not half bad, Doctor.

The grander the machinery, the tighter the little parts need to mesh. All credit to you, Doctor. You know how to make a squad tick.

The most precise tools aren't free from error, and sometimes we have to accept defects. Don't look back, Doctor. What matters is planning the next step.

*cough*, *cough* *hack*... Did you really think it through, eh?

Whoo… Is all of this your little Closure girl's nonsense?

Need a hand with something?

Doesn't smell of motor oil here. I'll have to get used to that.

Arknights.

It's rare to hear the factories go quiet like this in Londinium. Even the snow can fall without being melted by steam. War's over now. Even if the snow's not as white, I'm sure people can feel that it's a fresh start. For those who have made it through the war, there's no better blessing than that.

Don't stretch yourself too thin, Doctor. I've spied with my little eye, Amiya worrying for you.

Time's the most honest thing there is. Your manifesto won't prove anything. The tracks you leave on the earth, that's what matters… Not that you need me teaching you. I see that part of you, Doctor. The part that's always here to stay.