[ Midnight comes back to find Kaveh already up the chair. He grins. Well, that's about what he expected. He searches within the depths of the bag, his eyes easily focusing at this range, and pulls the largest screwdriver he can manage from its depths. He reaches up and pats the back of Kaveh's hand again, putting the screwdriver within his grasp. ]

Here. Do you need another hand for your light?

[ He'll hold the chair steady, regardless, but he's resigned himself to drifting along in Kaveh's wake. He's happy with that, honestly. Kaveh seems to be here for the process, the joy of discovery. Midnight's quite content with just the endproduct. ]

I confess, I'm still thinking about your adjustments to my experiment and what they entail... Do you know another three people who would help? I know of a couple, perhaps, but I've only just arrived myself. Haven't done much to ingratiate myself to the masses just yet.

[ #Soon. ]