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[nascensibility]

[He hastens to correct himself and it's rather charming, flashlight sticking out of his mouth with a look of mild concern - he'd probably swallow the thing if startled and she can't quite help the crooked slant of her smile as he tries to reassure. It's fine, it's fine, it's always fine, she frequently suffers from 'bouts of self doubt and knows it. He didn't mean anything by it.

The compliments certainly help.]

Apology not necessary, there's...a lot. Going on. Sometimes it feels a little overwhelming- not...that you. Want or need to know that, I'm sorry, erm-

[It might be best to let him get to work now that he's given her a means of backing out with an excuse. Work is work is work. She flusters for another moment before nodding and clutching for the clipboard.]

The radio is on my table, just there. I should check on Trench D. I take it you'll be all right unsupervised for the next thirty minutes.

[A joke, if anything is meant by her lofted eyebrow.]

[hulk]

[ He ignores the deflection, the easy out that Evelyn offers through propriety and embarrassment. Likewise the apology goes unacknowledged — Bruce has enough of his own. ]

Of course there's a lot. Always is with projects this size.

[ But then he sees the out is for her instead and he smiles sheepishly before nodding. ]

Yes, ma'am. If not, I'm sure you'll hear the explosion from Trench D.

[ A joke in kind. Mostly. ]

[nascensibility]

[While prying tends to be her express speciality it appears as though this is as much as she'll get out of Lyle Decker for the time being, and takes this as the greatest hint that she should probably a.) tend to some other responsibilities and b.) let him do his job, whatever his job happens to be. At least he acknowledges the difficulties.

Evelyn meanders over to the tent flap with a nod, clipboard under one arm, and pauses just before leaving with a funny look.]

...don't...call me "ma'am," please.

[hulk]

[ He's halfway to popping the flashlight back in his mouth when Evelyn catches him again. It's clear he expects something graver, and he waits for anything else to be tacked on afterward until the silence stretches half a moment too long into awkward.

A chuckle surprises its way out of him and he ducks his head into a nod. ]

My apologies, m- [ he catches himself. ] Dr. Carnahan. I'll try and remember that.

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn is braced to protest when he corrects himself, and Dr. Carnahan is considerably better than ma'am. It's good to know that he's attempting to do his best even if his best seems to be bending amenably to duties.

(This is not to say that most people on-site do not follow procedure, but he's so unabashedly nice about it that it feels...off.)]

Thank you, [comes the sigh of relief, and she looks considerably lighter than before.] Cheers.

[hulk]

[ Bruce flashes a smile in response before diving back inside the generator. The repairs take another hour or so, but it's fixed by the time Evelyn returns to her tented headquarters.

The radio is in the exact spot Evelyn left it, but the next she tries to turn it on she'll find the innards fine-tuned and repaired to off-the-production-belt standards. Perhaps even a little bit better, with some tweaks to improve reception and sound quality. Nothing to it, really, and Lyle will stick to that statement no matter how thankful Evelyn may end up being. ]