[ rolling his sucker from one side of his mouth to the other, kon hums an affirmative noise when lalli sits. he doesn't seem to care about where he sits, and instead swivels his chair back and forth, fanning smoke away, peering into where the problems all started. ]

Probably not rigged right. Easy fix. [ that said, he rolls away with practiced ease. he grabs a roll of solder, then says, apropos of nothing: ] Here, catch.

[ and then tosses it underhand at him, so he can have both hands to rummage for the soldering gun to actually make the fix. ] You didn't completely wreck the whole thing, it's just some fiddly bullshit that could've been done better by whoever is doing the project.