"Eight," he repeats. A little dance of one hand makes a note of that and stores it in his Interface. He turns his attention to the mechanism that she's handed him.

There is an undeniable familiarity to the way he handles the joint, with mechanical stuff in general if not this particular item. His hands are big but delicate and precise as he bends and flexes it. At one point he raises a hand to the device on his face, making a short front-to-back gesture and squinting at it through just the eye behind the screen.

"This thing looks like shit," he pronounces, flipping the screen aside and leaning back. "No wonder you're having issues with it. Here, let me see that." He indicates the rest of the hydraulic assembly, the lines and the pressurizer. He assembles the whole and pressurizes the system, then begins to put the joint through its paces again.

While he's doing all that, he glances sidelong at Eight. "I hope this isn't too rude to ask, but. What are you...?"