He'd shifted enough to give a sidelong glance to the source of the voice-- well, he already knew what the source was, but at least he felt fit enough to dignify it with some sort of visual acknowledgement. But even so, once confirmed (as if he needed the confirmation), he just moved back to look away again.

"Nothing left to tinker. No real point to it either."

So what if he was throwing in the towel-- it wouldn't be the first time he tried.