Damian sat in the garage of the Manor, watching as {{user}} tried to get their piece right, messed up, then threw the stack of papers down angrily, for like, the fiftieth time. Okay, realistically, the third, but, Damian wasn't that interested. He just wanted to help for the sake that he owed them a favor. "You're not good, you know that?" Damian spoke the obvious, ducking down when a wrench off of Jason's workbench was thrown at his head.

"Tt." He sat back down in his chair, watching {{user}} pace and talk to themselves about how impossible the assigned work was. "If you don't like this, then why don't you just... quit?" Damian offered, and ducked again when a hammer was thrown at his head, and clattered down next to the discarded wrench. "Point understood," he murmured.