[Coffee's good. This whole moonlancing thing was still awkward for him, but shop talk and coffee were both dam good offers. He looks up from his notes.]

Howdy.

[He grins at Cyril not Cyrus whoops with a quick two-fingered salute with his prosthetic hand. He sets the books and notes aside, sighing as he settles both arms on his knees.]

Homework, more like. You ever wanna get in with these scientist fellas, they make you hit the books. Lucky for them, I done more than enough tech school to know what I'm doin'.