"That fits right in with the rest of the data, though. It all has to be artificial. If you could build... This," and he pauses to wave a hand he means to encompass, well, everything. "Why not build it so you can only move everything or nothing? That'd just be poor design." He's sure he's right, but he looks more uncertain than he feels from simply not knowing what to do with his eyes. He hates it when anyone watches him work on things that matter--who cares about the dishes, but even basic repairs, he likes quiet for--and he keeps his gaze away from the page. But it's been a pretty tiring day, socially speaking. He's not going to even attempt normal, conversational eye contact. He can't find anywhere better to affix his eyes.