Not — yet. [ the sound of the words is slightly muffled as he again sticks the thin flashlight between his teeth. with the added light and both hands free, he resumes the task of trying to open the panel with gusto and a singular screwdriver.

what he wouldn't give for a spanner right about now. or a ship. he'd sell out everyone for a working ship. ]

Near everything's fried. Some of it can be salvaged, [ with a disgusted exhale, he grabs his flashlight in his left hand and shakes out his right, scowling at the panel as he does, ] but it's gonna need repair.

[ more to himself; ] This would be so much easier if I had a single toolbox.