He probably understood better from years of helping out the families of those lost during the war. After his father had joined the Browncoats, his mother had done everything she could to help the other families around them and soliders whenever she could. And even from a young age, Akira liked people. Like making them feel better, and so he'd been there for a lot of folk who'd gotten bad news.
It wasn't exactly the same, but close enough.
He watched her as she worked out her plan. Moving a few tools closer to him at her question, "these." He grinned at her shrug, and silly comment, "don't got a method of my own." He grinned harder, shaking his head at he a little. "Ya wanna hand tools ta me, or other way 'round?"