[Hermann watches Q's hands as they fly across the keyboard, then up to the line of code as it goes from idiotic to brilliant, once more.]

Half asleep, marvelous. Just what we need while coding giant robotic arms to shoot guns.

[He smirked a little, turning to Q to find his face ... ah. Right there.

Far too close, too close by half. He chided himself, before clearing his throat. Feeling his own ears flush - wait what?]

Uh ... well. More like a gargoyle perching ... [He tried a crooked smile, before clearing his throat and looking back at the screen. Firmly.]

So, uh, right, this fix here ... make adjustments to lines 307, remember. We don't want the gun to go off .. ah ... prematurely. So to speak, hah.