[Her eyes are brighter in person, he notes absently, and nods at her inquiry.]

Bingo, that's me. [He steps inside and nudges the door closed with one foot, musing that it's a bit funny, to him, that a young girl would be so comfortable just inviting a complete stranger over. Axel wasn't of a particularly mean stock, of course, and certainly wouldn't have deliberately hurt her unless she gave him a very good reason, but he did find himself wondering what sort of world she came from. Did she grow up in a very safe place where the idea of a stranger bringing harm was unfathomable? Or was she simply some kind of secret badass who was truly capable of handling herself no matter her opponent?

[Curiouser and curiouser.

[Casting his eyes around the shop, he follows her languidly toward said kitchen, hands still in his pockets, then grins a bit.]

Did you get your idiot all taken care of?

[He nods appreciatively at her offer and hooks his foot around the leg of a nearby empty chair, swinging it around to plunk down backwards in it and sitting up very straight to get a good look at all the metal contraption pieces on the table. He gives a low whistle.]

That's quite a collection of bits and bobs. Are you taking apart or putting back together?