[Standing there, he wants to point out that particular shade of yellow-orangeish is not a color for anything that tries to classify itself as food, but it's not really his business if she wants to eat food that looks like it belongs in a biohazard containment canister.

He watches her, some part of him curious at just what her 'enhancements' were that allowed her to see inside of the little piece of tech - but as always, he doesn't ask.

He knows all too well that sometimes, these little gifts were neither little nor things people wanted to talk about. Instead, he just shrugs and waves a hand at the orb.]

If you've got what you need to fix the casing, go ahead. I'd rather take care of it all at once, instead of bits and pieces here and there. How long will it take?