"Super," he groans. This is some serious dookie, if you ask him. First, they put him on a mission two days in a row when the first mission was nineteen hours long and made it physically impossible for him to get more than half an hour of sleep — he hasn't even gotten that much — but then on top of it, it's a set up? Talk about some hot garbage.

He seems a little surprised at the fact that there are people who wouldn't even be at least a little familiar with general technology this day in age, even if it's just in passing, but then he considers the fact that there's time travel potentially involved here and shakes off the thought. It makes sense if those people came from times where tech was less prominent or wholly non-existent. "I'm a mechanical engineer. I used to build specialized weapons for a living, so yeah. You could say that, I guess." He pauses as he finishes rewiring the box, tests it, and finds it to be in perfect working order. "Yahtzee. This one's good to go."

Cisco moves on to get to his next box to repeat the process, because he's about ninety-nine percent sure, he's going to have to. "What about you? What'd you do before here?"