[Charles is filming himself as he leans against a half-assembled hovercraft engine. He's got a smudge of grease and a very pleased look on his face, as he's just had a fantastic idea.

However, in the moment before he speaks his smile suddenly becomes very fixed as he realises he should have practised his speech before whipping out his camera]

Umm, hello Zion, I'm Charles, one of your repairmen. [His smile cracks into an awkward wince at his own cheesiness but he bulls on] I'm looking for donations or a trade with as many of you as possible.

I, err, used to make quilts a long time ago back in my Matrix and I want to see if I can reteach myself for, you know, a quiet evening pastime with my roommate... [He grimaces again] but I don't think any of you care about that.

I'm after scrap cloth: any material, any colour, any state of repair, as long as you've got no use for it any more and it isn't horribly stained. We can negotiate what I'll trade you in return.

So... [He looks like he's run out of things to say, until he startles, remembering an important detail] Where we should meet! [G-D, Charles, you idiot] Yes, um, I could meet you here in the hovercraft docks since I'll be here for the next four hours, or I could come by wherever you're staying this evening before I go home, or you could come to my house. I can be flexible!

[Once more he's run out of things to say] Thank you in advance? [The video cuts as he thumbs off the record button, cutting off another wince]