"I'll get another one," he said, "No point in holding onto something that doesn't work."

Like the clockwork men bits, or his frayed purple tie. Little things in his life that were over, from before.

"Besides, maybe next time I'll make it a laser screwdriver, be a bit more handy with welding." He smiled, a little sadly, "And that screwdriver served me very well, very well. Only right it gets a heroes' funeral."

He turned to her, "The crew following your orders all right?"