He's beginning to figure out that her abrasiveness is a cover, so he grins as he lies back, watching her work. It feels strange, knowing someone was working on your opened chassis, and not feeling anything other than some slight pressure.

"I hope I don't need to be fixed a lot." But it's a sweet offer.

He watches, a bit tense, because, well, she's rooching around for a bomb. So many things could go wrong he can't even count them.

"Vandal. You're doing me a favor. Don't worry about my 'comfort'."