A pleasant female voice answered him. Gideon felt a little self-conscious. He was no stranger to female company (he did have a daughter, after all), nor was he particularly bashful about being alone with women when business required it. He'd helped women in the shop plenty of times. Not being able to see her, however, added another layer. He felt vulnerable, which in turn made being alone in the room with her feel more intimate than just being in his store with a customer.

He pushed that uneasy feeling away and shook his head at her question. This was her job, and he was being silly; he'd have to have her in to look at his eyes sooner or later and it might as well be sooner. "If there's anything you can do to help, Miss, I'd like to get right into it," he explained. "I'm not used to... it's very disorienting, not being able to see. And I'll sleep a lot better knowing it's fixable. I'll be fairly worthless in my workshop if I can't see what I'm doing."

Though arguably he was already fairly useless; he had blown the thing up, after all.