"Holy shit," he whispers, leaning closer to see a little better. He'd seen the pods, and he'd seen bits and pieces of the glass or... whatever it is. But he'd never seen it like this, small pieces knitting together like a time lapse of healing skin, or something.

Even after working with Michael on the car, and working at the shop for the past two months, he only has a limited knowledge on engines themselves. Something small enough to propel a drone is... not within his purview.