"Oh, hey. Didn't see you there." Though she should have, of course. Distracted with the equipment, probably. But to not smell the smoke?
Man, I'm slipping.
And then Murphy talked and her eyes narrowed a little, as if that would make some magical, internal Babel Fish flip on or something. His accent was heavy and she was having a bit of difficulty processing his words.
"Uh, okay. Working on the target. Gotcha." She linked her fingers together, stretched her arms over her head and bounced gently. "Where do I start?"