Advent was the cheerful sort, well, you could argue that he was made to be that way. He absently played with the tail end of his scarf as Ahja’nai gave the usual. He listened passively, all the data was there but his focus wasn't. He didn't care so much about the reviews he received as much as the work he completed. No one could review him if they never saw him, right?? Maintaining things was like being a tech agent. Have you tried turning it on and off again? There's a problem? I'll do it after hours. Immediate fix? Sure thing, where's the overtime?  The worst fixes were probably the ones in active rooms. He could count every time he walked in on something awkward. Hmmm. Was making something more awkward conductive of a bad review?<br/><br/>Honestly, Advent was happy to take things in stride. He wasn't sure how to help with numbers aside from making sure nothing broke. Nothing broke under his watch unless<i>he</i>was breaking it to fix it. (A horrifying display for those that felt sorry for the inner workings of any mechanism.) Regardless, he nodded along and continued nodding even after the meeting was concluded. He didn't feel at all bad for Bilroa, he was tired of finding leaves in weird places. Buh-byyye.<br/><br/>He did raise his hand for a question, and then promptly didn't ask since he was so damn distracted by his own scarf. He put it down. It would start to raise again when Advent considered asking if he would get in trouble for using spare parts for personal use, but he realised that he'd keep doing it even if the answer was no. "No questions!" Advent cheered as he bounced on the spot like an active bomb, prpbably filled with glitter and all the worst things. Questions were for the weak. Questions left you open for disappointment.<br/><br/>He'd probably ask a bunch later.