[ Ian snorts. Yeah, that's definitely a blunt way to put it. Not a hell of a lot of empathy in this guy, no wonder he hadn't been on board with the bond. Probably feels like a different fucking language, knowing what other people are feeling and having to acknowledge it.

A slightly uncharitable thought that he tucks away somewhere beneath layers of calm. He's mollified a little by the attention his work - probably opened up a can of worms just now, Nathan.

He lights up like a fucking--

Well, like a glowing cube. ]

I was in engineering before I showed up here, except that was like... five hundred fucking years ago. I'm trying to get caught up, because technology fucking exploded since then.

[ As it is wont to do. He nudges the cube a little closer toward Nathan. ]

If you can believe it, this is the kind of thing they build in freshman year. It's like... baby's first project. A hologram, and you can interact with it. Seriously, like- poke it. It's amazing.

[ It'll move to the touch, expand and contract and spin and whatever you can think of. ]