Patch grins, feeling genuinely useful in a measurable way. A thing is broken. If they can fix it, it's something to point to and call progress. She can tell which bit is the casing, because it's made of an entirely different material, and also a different colour. Which is just convenient, really. There are seams, and she looks along one until she finds a screw, with the nut on the other side perfectly fitted to the contours of the casing. She grabs a screwdriver that looks like it will fit, and gets to work.

"One naked magic printer, coming up."