Fine, then - he sets the scissors down, and takes the piece of paper, ready to observe. At least that's something he's good at, even though paying close attention these days has gotten harder than he'd like to admit. It's hard to focus when every few minutes his mind wanders to wanting cigarettes that simply don't seem to exist anymore.

But he's suffered through worse things than tobacco withdrawal, so he just pushes that particular itch aside for what must be the thirtieth time today, and watches.

"Last time I only had the patience to make two of these. They weren't very good then either," he admits. But he'd had a lot more mental clarity at the time. Those two boats had been for people long gone, after all.