"Hey, it's no trouble," Tony scoffed. If he was being honest, he sometimes liked the company. There wasn't much in the way of getting out around here and Tony fell into the habit of being solitary more often than he probably should have. His only saving grace was that he had a family yo go home to these days. Which was -- obviously great. But it didn't mean that he didn't work long hours, too. "But if you wanna learn, pop a squat, I'll teach you some basics." He knew Nyx was a quick learner so this would be painless.
Except, maybe, for BB-15's filthy mouth.
Still, he went on ahead, talking through what he was going to do before he did it, and then doing so with exaggerated movements both to teach and to ease the little droid's nerves.
"I could always use scrap metal. The sturdier the better, but I can work with about anything now that I've got a proper working space. Oh -- yeah. Lookit all this dirt," he said, pointing to a spot beneath a panel.