[Graham looks Terra in slight awe as he thinks that statement over.]

Wh-What a happy story! Yes, a new world, a new identity, a new job! I haven't realized how freeing that could be. A whole new life has been put in front of me, that I can mold however I like. A hunk of clay that has been given to me, ready to be shaped by my own whims!

[He starts grabbing parts, and looks them over, his grin slowly fading as he realizes he doesn't really know how they go back together. Dismantling was a reflex to him, as natural as breathing, even if he wasn't as fast as he used to be. Reassembly was a whole other idea.]

Ah, but this story... It's going to be a very slow and boring one.