I dunno if you've noticed, but it's dark as dicks around here, and I like being able to see if I'm welding my hand to something or not, so —

[ He punctuates this statement by connecting his arrangement of lamps to the geothermal energy sink he'd rigged up, which could have ended in a tremendous electrical short and possibly small explosion, but actually just ends with light abruptly flooding the workbenches that lay just before the engines proper. ]

— That. [ He finishes, lamely, and looks up at his visitor properly. ]