"Oh," the man said getting up. He listened to the noise and winced then said, "Excuse me a moment, please."
He stepped to the door in the partition and opened it and said, "Gramps, got one here for you."
He returned to the counter with a grin. "You'll be making the old guys day," he told Andras. "It's been a while since we've had proper engineering over the counter. Usually it's digicams that have been dropped in the bath or something."
"Paddling pools this time o' year," a whiskey voice grated and the old man stepped up to the counter and nodded to the machine in Andras's hands. "Whacha got there then?"