[He crouched down to rest elbows on knees, balanced there on his toes. Tilting his head right, he ran a hand over the back of his neck, on the port there, to mentally make himself stop closing down the system. It's going to take a LOT to be okay with strangers on the station. He doesn't trust most of them.]

You're... trying to fix lights? [Well, now he just sounded amused. She was playing Handyman. Cute.]

It's not a bother. I just don't like finding a pair of legs sticking out of my baby and not know why.