Convincing herself that she was worried about nothing, Sunshine got to work. She folded her left hand into a fist and placed it over her mouth. The elbow sat on the table.
With her right hand, she scrolled among the jobs highlighted by the system.
Job 1: Broken compass.
"System is this not supposed to be in the repair section?"
[From my perspective the compass is not broken, it keeps spinning endlessly, when it stops, it points in one direction. Planet Kriever.]
"Okay...and is this where the owner is from?"
[No, the owner is a treasure hunter from the united world of Meostry. The compass was probably a recent acquisition.]
"This compass is home sick." Sunshine typed her opinion on the screen in the part reserved for advice by professional repairman.
Job 2: Wanderlight lamp.
[It's a self-guiding lamp used in very dark worlds. Its problem is that it keeps wandering off. Sometimes it disappears for hours but it always returns.]
