He groans, a deep and annoyed sound, and pulls his boots triumphantly from his bag, shoving them on his feet. He slides a knife inside as well as some extra wires, just in case, before tying the laces.

"It's not lazy," he complains, looking up. The rest of his protest dies on his lips for a moment, but he revives them by looking at a point distinctly beyond him. "It's efficient. How long do you think you can keep her out before she's buzzing in your ear?"

He stands up, brushing his hands off on his jeans. They make quite a pair. Kepler in his suit and Jacobi, looking like he's about to go work a job in construction downtown.