You're damn right it's not half bad. [Seemingly heedless of the engine grease on his hands, he pushes his hair out of his face. After pouring himself a cup of coffee as well, not bothering with milk or sugar, he plunks down into a chair nearby and lets out a satisfied sigh.]

I have a confession to make. I didn't make this coffee. [He nods to the shadowy corner of the lab, smirking a little when the tell-tale whirr of Dummy moving made itself known.] I've programmed Dummy to work the machine. He'll come say hi eventually, he's just shy. Give him a little time.