[that has viktor nodding in approval, mostly because he's imagining, you know, an archive of delicate material that needs air locking. hasn't quite picked up the space thing yet, but to be fair space isn't really a Thing in his life.]

I take it the climate is unforgiving. [that much he can gather. and also relate to, zaun and all.] So I was right, you're a scholar of sorts. And a bearable one too, a rare breed.

[says a fellow scholar. either way he glances up when that request is made, perking just a little. he considers a moment before offering the screwdriver over, handle pointed to pal.]

You see the screws here? [a gesture to clarify.] Be my guest. This will give us a look into the lens and mirrors. [and another pause to finally fucking offer,] I'm Viktor.