The Isle

"I--" He was rethinking it, anyway, rays once again moving in and out in a subtle loading-circle sort of pattern, until he shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I should get back to looking. I haven't seen anything that looks anything like a... a battery sandwich or that solder gun pen thing you were mentioning yet. Not really." He made a sound that was suspiciously sigh-like. "I'm sorry. I don't really know anything about any of this. If... if you'd asked for help making puppets, maybe? Or-- or maybe little noisemakers you can shake, that stuff, I can find parts for, easy! But...." He sank a little further, looking down again, seemingly at the broken appliances he'd pulled out and set on the floor, his rays mostly hidden. "But I don't-- I mean...."