“Oh, aye, that’d be great. Not ‘avin’ hands, it… sort’a gets annoyin’ every once in awhile. ‘specially in a world where just ‘bout everybody else has hands and makes things for people with hands,” Bruce added with a chuckle, gliding over towards the Repairman and lowering his head down enough for the other to reach the adapted safety optics over his eyes. 

“Yeah,” the Repairman said, looking back at his formless hands, “I can see that.”

The Repairman quickly took the glasses back and began to fold them back up. As he did so, he looked out the new hole in the door.

“So, where you off to?”