He grins and has to swallow back a laugh. Her honesty is refreshing and the innocence makes just about anything she has to say suddenly completely undeniably good-natured.

"You really can hang around, if you want to," he offers again, watching her rather than the machine. "...and the lights and alarm really are controlled upstairs, I wasn't just..."

Trying to stall so they could have hot, sweaty, engineer sex on the floor.