He snickers before he can stop himself and then straightens his expression as best he can.

"It is a bit ood isn't it? Careful. That's a live one." He gently bumps her hand away, never mind his knuckles brushing the inside of her wrist. He doesn't dare look at her when he sees her face turned to his out of his periphery.

"Good question. Not much it seems. Like something reached in and ripped out its guts. Could be it was cannibalized too for parts. Luckily you and I are on the case. Here try frequency seventeen on that bit over there." He points.