[She's biting her lip now, because she just can't get over it. This guy sounds so much like her brother. Or- oh god, at least he sounds the way she remembers him. And what if that isn't accurate? What if she's started to forget what he sounds like and--

No. Focus. There's a here and now, and maybe if Pidge shows that she means no harm at all, then he'll take off that helmet and that'll end her curiosity. Focus.

Pidge moves around toward the opposite end, to the panels that the stranger can't reach from where he stands.] Okay. You push that down, I'll turn this one, grab the one that comes up and hand it to you so you can put it in place. Sound good?