The point of keeping her door open was to let the children in? The poor woman.
“Wait until they’ve swarmed, then say that,” he advised.
With his focus on the computer and with permission to set it up on her desk he almost missed that she was introducing herself. He blinked at her outstretched hand before taking it and shaking it briskly, “Ansel Brock.”
That said he started unpacking her computer. As he did though he realized he should probably clarify exactly what he did and why he was qualified to do a job that even a lower level idiotic tech could likely handle, “I teach the Equipment repair class, or terrorize the students in it, take your pick.”