Eight looks over at Devero with a curious tilt. Was he... showing her kindness? How strange. She did not see it in him, but... well, it was a good quality to have on what seemed to be his first day here.

"We... if you are for eel, um..." She pointed to the edge of the work station, where a small shelf was stocked with a clutter of random metal bits and bobs. "This work station was once owned by a mechanic, I think. That was the last of what needed to be sorted. If there are any washers, it'd be in there."

"And um..." She paused, giving the man a good, honest look. "Thank you, even if we don't find any."