The engine room's not that hard. [It's not modesty. In such things, he's not modest. He's smiling, though, and it deepens as Dean pulls at him; he bumps his shoulder playfully against Dean's, like Dean does to him sometimes in public spaces.] I'm a frakking computer tech, not an engineer -- I'm qualified because I volunteered back when no one cared about it, and now I'm just...

[Well, there's something that hadn't occurred to him until now. He brightens slightly, brows raising. He'd been planning, in whatever nebulous plans he's already started making, on shifting focus to the lab, but if he no longer has to answer to anyone in the engine room...] Think he'll give me a key?