[ It's okay he looks back down at the table for a little bit even if he doesn't start using it again yet. ]

Well. I can't help with that - the immediate future - too much, but I know you seem pretty... Okay, here. You seem happy. Ish. Enough, I mean.

[ Whatever. That's enough feelings crap. He looks back up at her, claps his hands once, enough to echo around the workshop and fall silent again. ] Excellent, time travel. Always wanted to figure out how that works. How do you feel about being scanned with everything I can think of?