Good enough for him. His own gloved hand was extended, and he gave a hearty shake that nearly lifted her off the ground.

"Red Savarin. And this troubled piece of hardware is the DAHAK Mk II. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, Tok."

The DAHAK lurched forward slightly, clanking against itself. Its pilot gave a groan of displeasure.

"...go ahead and start by tryin' to get the arms all straightened out. I'm gonna take a peek inside, make sure everything's where it's supposed to be in there."

With that, he vaulted atop the slumped mech's back, and popped open a particularly large panel.

"What'd you usually work with?"