[Alfyn may be taking a leaf out of Cyrus's book with his general state of oblivion here.]

It's just bending down and picking up eggshells. Ain't that hard, really. [And he sounds a little confused, like maybe Cyrus expected him to do something else, or he's not getting it right, here.

Or worse!]

Are you having trouble doin' that, Professor? Your back's not bothering you or anything like that? I can have a look, if you think...?

[He lets the sentence fall off there, holding out his empty hand toward Cyrus with concern in his smile.]