"Oh, yes," he said absently, still looking at her project. "I got a few things. Enough to make some decent clanks. I'm just running out of space in my room." He laughed softly.
He waved a hand at her explanation. "Of course, perfectly understandable. No one wants to work with someone breathing down their neck. And you have everything set up how you like it." It was her lab. Sparks were too competitive to really share anything. Unless they were really close.