Help shouldn't be that surprising. Winry raises her eyebrows when they're looking at each other, curious and focused on whatever task might be on hand. "I didn't get the chance to introduce myself. Winry Rockbell," she offered, peering into the mess Gordan was trying to put to rights. "Automail mechanic." To date those words hadn't meant anything paired together to anyone here, but a month wasn't all that much time, and mechanic seemed close to universal for "tool handy."

"What's your name, sir?" She moves until the flashlight's in a good situation, not cut off by his head or shoulders. No point in bringing light in if it wasn't shining where you needed to see.