[ His reaction is instantaneous. The smile on his face is a little amused, albeit small, as Roland crosses what little distance there is to rest his hand against Inigo's head, rubbing at the spot that hits the top panel in soothing strokes.

Only his pup.

But hey, despite this, Roland's taking the distraction! "Distraction." ]

Aw. Good thing I'm not from Nion then, huh? My budding barista career hasn't even taken flight yet!

[ He chuckles and eventually, allows his hand to drift back to his side. Or to his chin, where he rests his fingers in thought, returning his full attention to the panel. ]

Meanwhile, I wonder if their engineers were put out of a job too. This is way more complicated than it has to be. [ Or they're just not adept at tech stuff. Regardless, the wires Inigo traces back to are leading them the right way. He points to a button that looks suspiciously like the Power switch. To what, he's not sure. But he furrows his brow and points to it, tapping Inigo gently on the shoulder so as not to surprise him and have him bump his head again. ]

Can you tell me which wire this one is connected to?