Dresden let her eyes wander over Jack, tilting her head a bit to look over the nodes. "We-ell, joke as I will, you need any help with that thing you can come to me with it. Personally I wouldn't trust any of the other lackies around here not to muck something up in there, but then I suppose I'm biased." It wasn't unfounded cockiness--she was good at her work, though technically rather low on the official totem pole--that was more from her own lack of ambition, however. Talented, yes, good at her work, quick to solve problems and then quick to implement what needs to be done to fix it, but perfectly content sitting exactly where she is, lest she start to have to actually interact with others to get her business done.

And the offer was genuine--partly kindness to one of the few on this boat she actually managed to get on with, partly her own curiosity to the workings of the armor that the other girl wore. It was a fascinating little gadget, after all.