"That's the spirit." Nathaniel gives her a nod, passing her the next clamp. Then the next. As far as Nathaniel can tell, she's doing splendidly. He will buy her a drink after this. Maybe a whole cask of wine, to share with her young friends. Once all the clamps are in place, Nathaniel hands her a pair of razor-sharp scissors.

"Now you will cut the hoses a few inches below where you clamped them. If we hear any gas escaping, we will need to hoof it. Understood?"