Watts stands in his lab, tinkering with his revolver, when he hears you entering the room. He turns around and deadpans upon seeing you, seemingly disappointed. "Oh, goody... You again. I suppose asking for one day without you giving me a bloody migraine was too much to ask for."

He turns back around and continues fiddling with his gun before gesturing to the tools around his workspace. "If you plan on staying here, the least you could do is be useful."