Higgins returned to his engine room, thoroughly unsure of himself. Really, what was he going to do with others onboard? He didn't really like dealing with any amount of new people... at all. He can be friendly, sure, but he was never sure of [i]how[/i] to be social. Ach, and he might've stayed if that Shen... it was disturbing, to him. Shen didn't like him, and it bothered him more than he could admit. It wasn't like he told everyone, but he gave him that look...

Either way, he didn't feel welcome or comfortable, so he took off his gloves- leaving clean hands, which he washed anyways- and stopped by to... he honestly wasn't sure. Say hi? Usually he ate as much as he could, but he found he wasn't hungry. He always preferred the ship- any ship- over going out to the world. 

As he pondered his discomfort and uncertainty, he began fiddling with his latest project, spinning it about, disassembling it and reconstructing it. He turned it on, turned it off, put a new battery in it, took apart the old one for scrap, made a new piece out of scrap, attached it to it, and then took off a different part.

It was the sort of mindless construction that he had used to build pretty much everything else sitting on his little shelf. Most of them didn't do anything, just little interesting contraptions made with too much time and not enough working parts. This piece had already caused the scrapping of six of his working pieces, and it still wasn't finished. 

He considered it, distracting himself from his thoughts, as he sat on his 'bed,' which was nothing more than a thick blanket spread out in a corner of the room, adjacent to the doorway. Cross-legged, he held it up in front of his eyes, and promptly dropped it. The resulting shock was enough to persuade him to leave it on the shell, for now.