"Even crazy places like Fandom have their limits," Reno replied, shaking his head. "I mean, I know I can do stuff. Plenty of stuff I can do. Just... Not so much of it is stuff I can do and feel useful, yanno?" He pursed his lips momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows. "That's what's eatin' me, I think. No flyin' machines on Fandom. Nobody needs... the dirty stuff. So I... app for a job at the flower shop? Try to maybe learn the finer points of sellin' Ratman comics? I dunno."

He chewed on his lip, and then shook his head.

"The opportunities mostly come up when someone needs to go on an emergency run off the island, or when the faculty goes nuts, anyhow. I'm kinda... rottin', here."