Yeah, this must be the tech guy. He looks so normal Alex feels his guard starting to relax despite himself: he's not sure if its the gray hair that hasn't been dyed blue and hit with sparkles or it's the slightly lop-sided glasses.

"Yeah, I guess it's functional," Alex says with a little frown, shooting the old guy a look. How would he know? All he has to go on are the stupid messages that keep popping up in front of his eyes like floaters. "Come in. I'm Alex."

He steps to the side, figuring he should hold out his hand and get this over with. Clara said he couldn't get out of the rig but he's hoping this man can tell him differently. Or at least tell him how much he had left of his body, if he lost an - an arm or something.

"So where do we start? Like, the...maintenance," Alex pauses on the word.