How could he possibly deny her completionist nature? There was a reason Roxane clocked dozens of hours on complex platform RPGs more than anything else.

"Er." Roxane gives her lower lip a bite. "Probably? Use, like, the power box, not the actual screen." These would be far more encouraging instructions if her face didn't happen to be twisted into an apprehensive frown. "Or, like, maybe I can splice some wires or something." It's easier than splicing genes, but she has less experience with it. The two have to balance each other out, right?

She sits up, very tall and eager, hands braced on her knees. "Need help, tough guy?"