Yep, there it is. Something a little knowing passes across his face. Not that he's an expert in the ins and outs of the field exactly, but from what he knows, there's only really a handful of people that make fun of engineers: welders, physicists, and other engineers.

"Yep," agreeably, nary the faintest consolation in the realm of they're not that outlandish. He's fielded some bloody weird requests. "I take it you're one of 'em, then?"

This is good. Promising. This bloke being his warden, it might mean he actually gets to do something with his time that isn't just... getting lost in his own head. Thinking too much. Losing his damn mind.