Sun seemed to sink at that, but the way his rays slid the rest of the way back out again spelled relief. "Please? It's-- I think it's right here?" He turned to look away, to show Ian the back of his head and the circuit boards that sat there on it, exposed, the end of a finger on that odd port of his, moving a little as he felt for the opening. "Yeah, right here."

He took his finger back off it so it wouldn't obstruct Ian's view, and barely turned his head, just a little, to see the boxes. "....So we should set this stuff up first after all...?"