He had both hands shoved inside the coffee machine and he didn't look up when Roxy returned. There were a few loose wires, and he needed both hands to reach them, but it was a tight fit. He finally managed to reconnect the wires, and emerged with a triumphant little smile, only to find Roxy standing much closer than he remembered, and a furry face rubbing against his cheek.

Dirk frowned, confused as he tried to catch up. He tended to space out while he was working, and it sometimes took him long moments to recover. "Why are you offerin' me drugs?"

The cat on his shoulder dug it's claws in as it shifted, and Dirk hissed. "Ow- Would you get off?" He muttered, but the animal just rubbed more insistently against his cheek, purring lowly. When he sneezed again, the cat startled and jumped onto the counter, giving him a look he could only describe as annoyed.