oh no..........

[ Distracted by the sleek lines of another ship, Steve is slow to turn to the voice when it calls out to him - taking a moment to separate the noise that reaches his ears from the sounds that have been buzzing in his head since he first awoke in the pod. He looks over his shoulder, following the man's direction toward the wall of equipment and acknowledging the request by walking closer to it. ]

Well - [ he stops, squinting a bit at the rows of tools ] - I could get you a funny looking screwdriver. [ There's a wryness (and weariness) to his tone, and he glances back at the figure behind him, cocking an eyebrow.

He has no idea what a servodriver is. ]