Kris chuckled a little bit when she called him literal. "Nothing wrong with the occasional literality," he said, grabbing another strip of duct tape to keep the wire in place and covering it over with another protective plastic casing. He gathered up his screwdriver to lock it in place and then nodded his head yes when the girl asked him if he had a "general idea" of what he was doing. "More than a general idea. I know exactly what I'm doing," was all he said. If she wanted to know, she'd have to ask and not give him attitude.
He sighed in irritation. "The point," he started, "the point is to give this safehouse solar power," he explained. "This here is a solar panel. And I'm hooking it, as well as all these other solar panels, to a nexus which will bring power to all the sockets in the building," he explained, though most people alive didn't know what a power nexus was, but well… if she asked, he'd explain. "Easily distra—do you even realize how dangerous this crap is?" he asked, annoyance now plain in his voice. "I've been up for three days straight surviving on nothing but Red Bull and Powerbars, but I was told to keep going until I finished. So here I am, keeping going until I finish," he snapped. He probably sounded like he was complaining, and he'd probably regret that when he was fully rested but he was frustrated right then. "So yes, it's a legitimate concern."