[ Kids'll be kids, right? Hell, it's not even like she's doing anything worse than he did at her age. Not like she's pointing guns at people at close range and killing them. Just... building bombs that could maybe fuck someone up pretty good, but as far as he knows, she hasn't killed anyone doing that.

... Yet? Eh; that bridge can be crossed when it's crossed. She doesn't really seem like the type who'll mind, which would be kinda sad, but only so much one can do, and he's hardly the type to unpack any of that sort of trauma. More like stuff it down and keep living his life, so...

Amos peers at the new beetle as she pulls it out, listening to everything she says before he accepts it, letting it stand at the centre of his palm. ]

Sure. I mean, I'm more a mechanic than a chemist, but I hear ya. [ Shit's weird, right? Physics seems to be mostly intact, but then there's the whole magic element and—

He pokes at the beetle with his index finger on his free hand, indicating a spot on it. ] This where I open it up without setting another timer off? 'cause if this thing digs into my hand I'm taking you down with me.

[ Haha just jokes, right?? (No.) (Maybe.) (It'll be a spur of the moment judgment call.) (But he doubts she'd go there right now, so it's fine.) ]