He's stood in the doorway, just watching her for a long moment, quiet and chewing on the nail of one thumb. He doesn't even know her name, or anything about her. He's just seen her in passing a couple times. He blinks when she addresses him, his gaze sweeping up to her face. "Oh- uh... no, I- I'd probably fuck it up." Like everything else he touches.

"What are they, though?" he asks quietly with the kind of passing interest that only someone who really needs a distraction can hold. He steps properly into the room and comes to stand on the other side of the table, staring down at the mess on the table.