"Holy shit," Matt said, reverently. "I don't remember you, man, but I want to be your best friend. This is what you do for fun?"
He took that as invitation and stepped in, taking a look at the train track where the derailment had occurred. "You might have, like, a fucking, I don't know, bit where the wall's settled weird? Not sure. Reroute, or redesign, what are you thinking of?"