[Oh, wow. The omnic was taller than Engie realized. He doesn't comment on it, though, instead focused on Zenyatta's stream of specifications, jotting down at least two pages worth of notes as they went on. Don't worry, he's a fast writer.

Then that pause comes, and that fervent, gear-turning expression of concentration gives way to another easy smile, and he sputters a wheezy laugh.]

More than suffice. Appreciate it, Zen.

[He's said as much before: he was pretty fascinated with Zenyatta. Given what the omnic told him, he was a damn technological marvel on the inside.. and definitely had something pleasing about him on the outside too.

Maybe it's just Dell's interest in machinery and symmetry - the kind that came partly out of the robots in old 40s and 50s science fiction he used to read and watch - but there was something serene about his face, too. Even without clothes, it wasn't hard to guess he was a monk.]

Huh? [Then the next subject at hand comes up, and it's very unmonk-like.] Oh... damn. Didja then?

[Sorry, Zen. He's not unfamiliar with sex, and he doesn't mean to balk at every mention of it either. He's just... still getting used to people talking about it so freely here. And this is coming from a man who "engaged in intercourse" not too long ago himself.]

... Alright then. I think... I can take a look at that.

[Slowly, he grabs a low rolling stool from next to the bench and sits down to get at the right height. Right. Robot junk. This shouldn't be weird.]

So, uh. Do I press a button, or...?

[Look he just wants to check before he touches anything.]