Ansel blinked down at her hand. Need help from her? Why would he want any help from her? He was happy with his anti-social grouchy lifestyle. It suited him and was so much easier than letting people in to watch them die or hurt him.
He took her hand, shook it and released her.
“I’m good. You’ll probably get another tech if you run into anything.”
He was going to the Zord Bay now. Less people there and the ones who were would only expect a bit of agreement on how to fix a problem. He’d had enough interacting with staff for one day.
“Have a nice day,” he told her as he made sure he had everything he’d walked in with, then left.