[If Silver is irritated by either interruption, he doesn't show it. He's had worse things thrown at his skull in his five decades of life, and he'd much prefer it be some harmless gadget or other that's more blunt than it is sharp.]

Think nothin' of it, lass. [He chuckles, both eyes wandering over to her basic communicator.] Ain't no harm that's been done. Such pieces of gadgetry are tricky beasts t'tame n' bring t'foot even when they're behavin' proper and ain't being put t'use on a planet like this that makes their wires sensitive.

[He turns round on his stool, adjusting the position of his peg leg to a comfortable angle, letting his cybernetic hand rest on the bar.]

I don't suppose it's ever worked here? Or has it always been an impudent troublemaker?