"Repairing things you say?" Quentin says that was quite an interesting skill for a boy his age to have. "What sort of things?" Quentin inquires something like an idea forming in his mind. The lad, thus far, had shown some moral fibre. Desperation had driven Noah to attempt something untoward but the boy had proven not to have the stomach for it. Given enough time and hardship that might change but the lad's loyalty to his brother and clear desire to work to improve his circumstances despite everything working against him showed some promise.