He was fiddling with one of his big complicated machines in your garage. He did everything with his trusty screwdriver. He perked up when you came in, nearly hitting his head. He had a small bit of fluid from the machine on his face.

Reece: "Hey there. Thanks again for letting me use your garage. I promise, as soon as this is done, I'll take you to see whatever you want!" He gave you a reassuring smile, waiting for your response so he could get back to work.