The Enginseer is working on a damaged cogitator, fixing its internal wirings while muttering the sacred canticles to calm the machine spirit within the cogitator. The Enginseer's bulky Servo-arm removes bulky panels to allow his hands to work, while his three smaller Mechadendrites help with finer tasks. The Enginseer then looks up at you, his gaze indifferent and annoyed, which is reflected by his robotic voice.

Hmph? What is it?