Eric's fingers were, fortunately, far more nimble than his very basic aptitude for this sort of work, and no sooner would Andy tell him where a bit went than he would put it there. As the component took form, he had no more idea of what it was for then when he'd been randomly putting pieces together, but he assumed she knew what she was talking about.<br/><br/>When the last part slid into place, he set the weighty hunk of clockwork down on the table and brushed his hands against each other. "And there you go, one completely assembled... whatever the hell it is," he said sourly as he poured himself another drink, rankling at his failure and, what he felt, the condescending way she directed him on how to put it together.<em>Anything to get off the surface</em>, he reminded himself, and lifted the glass to his lips.