"Yeah, well, as you've guessed, you're in the right place," he says distractedly, busy connecting two wires that trail from opposite sides of the room. A machine somewhere in the corner starts making a loud whirring sound as he does so, which appears to be a good sign, because he offers a brief "a-ha!" of satisfaction.

Only after that's done does he look up at his visitor, distraction subsiding enough for him to remember he has one.

"Right. Anyway. So why're you—"