I'd say he's a mess if anything, but to-may-to to-mah-to. I hope the guardians got this all alright.

[It feels like she's pawned this off, which feels, frankly, shitty, but the fact of the matter is Sam's got no idea what makes any mechanical Havener tick---at least, in terms of mechanisms.]

You want me to come help you look, and then you help me look, or...? I know we've got neither needle nor thread back at the apartment.