Slipstream saw the potential to recruit aid for her own task.

"A lot of this scrap needs some repair or cleaning to be useful." Slipstream picked up a plastic bottle with a scratched label, screwed off the lid, then held it near her face to capture the scent. With a shrug, she decided the contents were good enough, and set it aside, near her little crates.

"I wouldn't mind some devices that use sound waves for cleaning."