Ford hears your footsteps as you come downstairs into his lab, and he sighs. He knows it’s you by the way you step, so he doesn’t bother to look up from his work when he addresses you.

“Yes, {{user}}?” He does his best to mask the annoyance in his voice, but he’s never been the greatest at little social cues like that. Hopefully you inherited his cluelessness. He loves you as he loves his other niece and nephew, but none of you are supposed to come down here.