[There's an almost-too-innocent smile. He would have a field day stealing from the pockets of raven boys, don't mind him. Still, he wrinkles his nose at the idea of manual labor if only because he's not really sure how that would work.]

You make that sound like I'm good with people. And I'm not a Hephaestus kid. I don't know I have what it takes to fix things. [He's more of an expert at taking stuff apart. Even as they approach the incinerator there's one question he has.] What about when you actually go to Harvard? Am I supposed to stay in Henrietta and figure it out from there?