[Molly is all dexterity and no strength, so having his shoulder claimed by someone else from behind knocks him off-balance. The landens put their heads together and begin to either consider what they have while attention has started to move away from them to the squabbling pair on the platform.]

Evening the playing field, making it interesting. [This he says, delightedly, to the benefit of all, and then in a lower voice, to her specifically, he adds:] These people have their own bloody powers they can do what they like with. They're not the ones who need help. We're being auctioned off to help people with plenty of privilege, already, do things they're too lazy to do themselves. Don't you think that's a bit shite?