“…Hm? Oh!”
Zelda quickly adverted her eyes. Hot guilt churned heavily in her stomach, tinting her cheeks a light pink. It didnt matter what kind of creature this…thing was- it had feelings too; And it obviously didnt take to being gwaked at.
“You must pardon me; My curiosity tends to get away from me at times. I-um…Oh, I dont believe I caught your name…?”

The Repairman softened just a bit; he could understand a bit of curiosity. Still, he didn’t need the reminder of his basic, yet unusual, form.

He shook off those thoughts and shrugged.

“Eh,” he said, “Don’t have one. Just a job. Though people have called me everything from Tinker to Mr. Repairman to Inky…”

He trailed off, realizing that for something that didn’t matter that much to him, he had several names.

“…But you can call me what you want. Anyway, who’re you?”