Shang Tsung reaches out to take her hand, thinking to shake it, only to draw it back when Jinx flips it round to present the beetle. After a moment, he reaches for it, and gently takes it from her, smiling thinly. So, testing his knowledge, are we, Jinx?

"Your name suits you well, my dear." He observes, turning the beetle over carefully. "I do find technology so fascinating." The one area in which Outworld has always been deficient was technological progress. They didn't even have basic muskets, let alone rocket launchers! "Quite delicate work too I see, to build something on so small a scale. Now, let us see what makes it tick..."

A moment's fiddling and he manages to open the beetle up, revealing the chemical compounds inside. He cocks his head to one side. Peers a little closer. Takes a few sniffs. Hums under his breath, mulling it over.

"Hmm, yes. I have some ideas." He looks down for a moment and pats his tunic. "...I don't suppose you have anything to write with." He adds after a moment, cursing the lack of his magic. It would be easier if he could simply inscribe this on the roof itself. All the more reason to get them back as soon as possible, but that's of no use to Jinx in the here and now.