"Well." Swift began, not knowing where to take this. There were three options, firstly fix it in a heart beat and be a hero, of course that brings obvious questions. Secondly go up there, stall, then fix it after a believable time. Of course the third and most sensible option was to say he couldn't'. "Unfortunately ma'am I am a fighter not an engineer. I can probably calibrate them properly and do minor repairs but if they are damaged too much an engineer would be best." Swift said with his face remaining impassive, he really wanted to get up there and fix them. Tap in to his potential in more ways then simply fighting. But he couldn't unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life in some federation penal colony, and that would be if he got off lightly.