Dairine was strolling through the standard car, making her usual rounds to check that no one was messing up the computer when she spots someone clearly working on something under it. Eyes narrow, but she resists snapping despite her immediate suspicion. It wasn't like there was a rule against installing more hardware to the computer, just not to break it.

Still her overprotective tech-mom nature draws her closer to investigate... when suddenly a piece rolls in front of her.

The blue hand barely phases her. Glancing from it to the connector, she gently kicks the piece back.

"Sure." Starting out on a helpful foot'll probably get her answers faster. "What'cha doing?"