AJ glares at him, though this is more an unbroken chain of various kinds of glares, and guesses promptly, "yeah, I'll bet you want in there. I'll bet you'd rather send me in than risk yourself, too. Too bad I don't know more than paleolithic fucking combustion mechanics and electrical currents powered off of oil and coal like a god damned neanderthal, or I'd be a pretty good fucking pawn to you."