"Fair enough," he says. He makes a gesture that causes the screen in front of his eye to flash and-- actually smiles a little? "Timer set."

He's actually back well within half an hour, and on his return he, uh. Walks right into the door. As focused as he'd been on the problem of the faulty hydraulics-- fixated, you could say-- he'd forgotten that the doors here are dumb. Back home, his Interface would have pinged the door control and it would have slid right open for him.

So as he shoves it open steps inside, he's glaring at that door and muttering something about 'luddite bullshit'. He pinches his nose with one hand, and in the other he holds a pristine white-- napkin from the dining car next door. No wonder he's back so quick.