[Ace always called it "Wicked". Sick was perhaps an improvement? Maybe? Ah well. He's at the console fussing over some wiring, which he unceremoniously jams into the panel when he's done and wipes his hands on his blazer.]

Good afternoon, Mr. Pinkman. Or as good as it can get under the circumstances. Everyone had a very difficult weekend.

I've a few questions to ask you.

[The central pylon was rising and falling. He wasn't going anywhere, no intention to dart around the ship quite yet. Just running an experiment or two to keep his mind off what he was going to have to go back to. You're legitimately interested in science? Would you like to continue pursuing it?