"Wow, Nos, this is a good look for you," Two laughed.
"Very funny. Would you just give me a hand?" he grumbled, wiping the thick fluid from his brow to keep it out of his optic.
"I'll do what I can, but it looks like you'll need to shower. What is this stuff, anyway?" Two searched the drawers of the nearest counter to find a washcloth, making no attempt to hide her amusement.
"It's a gel adhesive for a cell I'm testing, and for the love of the cosmos, do not use water, that'll only activate it. Use..." Nos squinted and leaned toward the counter, checking the labels on the tin gallons. "...this solvent."
"You okay? Did you get some on your lenses?"
"No, not yet. Here, I keep the rags in this drawer," Nos made a few grabs at the handle before he got it open.
Two looked at him for a moment before she accepted the cloth he offered. She started wiping off as much as she could without the solvent. "So... you never said how this happened."
Nos scowled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"...Yes. That's why I asked."
When he saw the genuinely perplexed look in her eyeforms, he sighed. "Fine, fine... I know you want something to make fun of me for, but you'll probably be disappointed. I was getting something out of the bottom drawer, and when I stood up I bumped the counter. The jug fell over on top of me. That's it."
Two swiped as much goo off his forehead as she could. "You greatly overestimate my sense of humor! It's all about delivery. People will laugh when I tell this story."
The Energy Vampire groaned.
"In all seriousness, Nos, I think it's time you go in for a tune-up. Your depth perception is totally screwed up."
"What? No, that's not necessary. This was just a one-time fluke."
"Nos..."
"Computer can take care of it, he does all my repairs."
"Nos."
"I'm just clumsy, there's not even anything to fix! Do you want to change who I am?"
"Nos-4-a2, I love you to pieces, but you are an absolute baby about getting repairs!"