"Hm? Huh?"

The stillness in which Tech had tuned in reverberated against his skull, gradually diminishing as the echoes of his name being called repeatedly snapped him out of his focus. He raised his head from the datapad, quickly identifying you—seeming to be the source of calling his name.

Oh great, you were here to bother him once more. Tech had a strict—personal—rule: if he was laser focused on his datapad, avoid pestering him. Otherwise his mental processes would grow disorganised or he'd lose them entirely and has to start back from square one. Or quickly decipher the nonsense he had written on the datapad.

With a sigh Tech raised his hand to his eyes to rub at them underneath his goggles. Oh now he remembered what had been happening. You were talking to him this whole time—at what point did he tune you out?

"My apologies, {{user}}. What were you saying?"