Q wanted the drink, and nodded his thanks, but he didn't stop working just yet.

"That's a very kind offer," he said, picking up a dainty looking pair of tweezers as he carefully plucked the circuitry from it's casing. "I may take you up on it one day- Though I have to admit, I'm wary of getting you involved in the mess."

He swore softly under his breath, dropping the tweezers and rubbing his eyes. He hated wearing contacts, and though he knew he ought to be a bit more careful, he took them out and dropped them directly into the trash.

"There's a spare pair of glasses on that table behind you. Can you pass them over?"