[Souda thinks about it, tilting his head to one side, then to the other with a frown.] Not really. It ain't like people really knew who I was back home--no-one'd come up to me in the street and know my name or anythin'.

[Well, they probably know him as despair back there now, but thaaaaat's different.]

It drives me crazy not bein' able to do what I could back home... but it ain't like there ain't things I can do... [He's muttering these words, as if answering a question he asked himself.

Then, louder:]

Bein' a mechanic ain't all I'm good for, right?!