--not a problem. [Said, of course, with a weighted pause that means he's either full of it, or too nervous to think straight. Maybe a bit of both, the way he keeps jumping at shadows. Attention always drifting from corner to corner, the way someone trained scans keenly (and thoughroughly) for potential threats.] Just uh, just gimme a second. I think I left it in the cockpit.

[And then he's gone, darting off against the slant of the ship as it dodges another glancing shot, one hand braced against the wall:] --Rey!!

[Waits, smartly, until he's out of earshot of General Solo to drop down behind Rey's shoulder where she's fighting with the controls, holding out the assembled collection of parts in his hands the way someone hefts up wreckage after a collision.] Rey, I need your help.