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This wasn't the first time Veer had ventured into this room: full of equipment, experiments, concoctions and creations, his first pass through had been brief, however. He wanted a computer, he wanted the internet. He wanted a phone. He wanted to be able to order Dominos without talking to another human being. He wanted games and fun and --

Well. None of that was here. So he'd left then, but now he was back, and this time he was setting his hands on everything. Vials of strange fluid [at least he didn't spill them], tongs and knives [fingerprints wouldn't harm them, right?] -- and he lingered on some of the strange whirring equipment. Veer liked things with moving parts, with the hum of motors and fans.

He didn't know what any of them did, and while he was good with code, he wasn't particularly good at either building things or figuring out how they worked. Add to that the fact that nothing was in English, and he was hopelessly lost. He pushed and prodded and got exactly nowhere, but it was at least better than getting roped into clearing rubble.

Maybe he'd notice when Veer cursed -- sudden and sharp, his own eyes lifting up to lock on the Joshua. He had a piece of something in his hand. A piece that was supposed to be connected. At least it didn't look like whatever-it-was had snapped; instead it had broken away at a pivot point, at a joint. He didn't know how the hell to put it back on, but theoretically, perhaps, it could be reattached...

He cleared his throat and set it down very slowly. "I didn't do it."

Veer made a noise, tried to look apologetic -- but his expression was more amused than anything else as he offered the metal piece over into Joshua's hands. The second the younger man had taken it, it stopped being his responsibility, and that was great in his book. This way, Veer wouldn't be the one to take the heat, if authority stepped in on them...

"Can you tell what the ******** it's supposed to do, too? I mean. does that look like any of the s**t you've ever seen on earth?" He leaned back against a table as Joshua looked, and bumped a bunch of vials. They wobbled...but didn't fall down.

"Next time, I break it? I'm hiding the pieces before anyone can see." He grinned shamelessly at Joshua, and even shifted a little to grab up one of the test tubes -- smelling the contents, grimacing, and then setting it back into place again.

"...stinks." Veer straightened as he said it, shaking his head and shoving hands into the pockets of his pants. His eyes were already off of Joshua and twitching around the room. The equipment really did catch his attention, far more interesting than anything else he'd found so far.

He hadn't yet hit the weapons room, though.

"We met before, right?"

Oh, hell yeah. He beamed at that, too-bright, really, straightening away from the table some. Drinking game had been fun -- definitely more fun than anything else he'd done her, so far. No one nagging him to work or scowling when he didn't or playing holier-than-though or lecturing.

He was really tired of the lecturing.

With a nod, he rolled a hand near his head, trying to remember the name and...coming up short. "...uh. I'm Veer. Did you introduce yourself?"

"Oh. well." He blinked at that, looking around the place again, and then pulled a little bit of a face, trying to gather his thoughts.

"...well I did a bunch of bio stuff for a while, when my dad was threatening military school if I didn't at least seriously consider going predoc. As if thinking about it would make a difference; I don't think most prissy-a** med schools would snatch me up, minority or not." He plinked a test tube again, at that, meaningful. "So I thought I could poke around some. But, uh, more importantly..."

He looked up again, offered a big flash of a grin and a quick, twitchy shrug. "Was hoping for a computer. I'm like dying, man. This is the biggest load of s**t ever. What kind of society was this that they didn't have computers?"

"I think you mean 'boring as ********'." Veer shook his head, flicking a glass again, making it wobble and not-quite fall over. He looked somewhat despairing, not sure what even to do with himself. The days were long, up here, without anything to distract.

"Potentially more productive than us, though." He said it slowly, grudgingly, his shoulders shifting. At least he knew his own faults -- "If I didn't have a WoW account I'd probably win a Nobel prize. Have the time to spare. Attention for more projects."

A moment's pause, a twitch of a smile. "I think I'd rather play WoW."

"Except that you can't program the damned thing. I asked straight up if that Aquarius chick had a computer we could use and she got all pissy and rararara." He opened and closed his hand in a pretty poor mimicry of how Aquarius spoke. He thought it was pretty good, though. It got the 'blah blah blah' vibe across pretty well.

"Moving parts do not a robot make. If it doesn't have a brain, what's the use in there? If you can't tell it what the ******** to do it'll just go in a straight line forever, right?" He straightened, finally, huffing out a quick sigh as he did. Done with this place, more or less. Considering giving the weapon's room a second look-over.