She laughed at that, in spite of herself. "Yeah, well, we kind of need them. So I was told- sure, I could use some help. Are your fingers strong?"
Her foot kicked out, nudging her toolbox towards him. "I've got some panels here that I can't quite get. The sides are rusted out- some sort of corrosion, I think." She was being mindful of her language now. The words didn't quite suit her mouth but she didn't know who she was talking to. Could've been an officer for all Sophia knew--she still hadn't figured out half the crew.