Sylia set down the futuristic equivalent of what she was using as a socket wrench, then looked over her shoulder at the young man and smiled. Not at all upset by the staring of whichever sort. "Help yourself. I'm told they're the department's tools, so as long as you return them then nobody minds."

She punctuated it with a little sigh. "If you can tell what tools they are in the first place, anyway."