Just about. My offer is that I owe you a favor in exchange, if you won't take one for all of this. [ He sets the empty kettle down, having poured four cups of tea, and steps back out of the little kitchen with two in hand, balanced on little saucers. He waits just outside for Viktor to help himself. He can always take the third if need be... or so he thinks.

The saucer in his left hand rattles a little bit as a pain shoots through his arm unexpectedly. Cid carefully transfers it to his right hand. Of all the times... ]

I don't expect you to take my word that I know one end of a wrench from the other. [ He gestures with the free hand as he speaks, as if he'd always intended to. ] I'll do as you ask for a couple of days, and if I'm not up to scratch, you'll not have lost much more than a bit of time and a few cups of tea. Think about it, get back to me.