[ Carmen's voice seems to come out of nowhere, and with one hand holding the drill, Richie fully expects the pop to fall and explode because he's missed it. (It wouldn't be the first time he's failed, nor would it be the first time something blew up because of it.)

Instinctively, he swears as he reaches out for it. ] Shit--!

[ But he catches the thing somehow. Miraculously, even, and with his left hand instead of his right. As he shifts the can to rest more safely against his palm, it sweats in his hand, and Richie can't help the smarmy grin of triumph. ]

Ha! [ Pleased as ever. You see that, Bear? ] I still got it, eh? [ Never mind the fact that saying that gives his age away.

And after Richie pops the tab with his thumb, he takes a few gulps before setting the can down on some unopened box. It's better than letting the water stain Carmen's floor.

Richie looks over his shoulder, meeting Carmy's gaze with both brows raised. ] Things're about to get noisy, [ the drill buzzes for half a second in emphasis ] so if you gotta step away...

[ Regardless of Carmen's choice, Richie's quick with it. Holes are made in the wall following the surprisingly thorough diagram he'd made, and he moves on to the brackets. ]

Hand me one of the shelves, will you?