[
When the SFC turns on--seriously, Equius, yours does the accidental broadcasts all the time, you should try and fix that--it shows a workshop that is kind of a giant mess, strewn wildly with robot parts, tools, and well-used silicone cups. There's a grey-skinned, horned teenage boy sitting at a workbench, examining a screwdriver with rapt attention.]
[There's also a robotic replica of the boy, made entirely out of metal, leaning over his shoulder and looking at the screwdriver too.]
No, I haven't seen anything like it. It's not Alternian technology.
[
A pause, like he's listening to the robot, although the robot's mouth doesn't move nor his expression change.]
Don't be foolish,
of course I'm not going to try anything dangerous with it!
[
The boy continues his one-sided conversation with the robot until the feed cuts out. To those who have been in the Makara-Zahhak household before, they might notice a distinct lack of distant warking and commotion in the background, although Equius doesn't comment on it.]