"That, and there's a world of difference between having information and understanding how to apply it," he says with an answering laugh. And he'll leave it there for now, setting aside his own concerns about how Caldera operates, how incomplete it feels. There's no sense in overwhelming a total stranger. There will be time, sooner or later, to exchange notes and theories with anyone who wants to.

He does take note of the wooden hand, the joints, and how natural the mobility seems. Having come off just finishing a non-magical prosthesis for a friend, he's immediately interested, and it's on the tip of his tongue to ask, but...that's not polite, no matter how innocent and professional his curiosity may be. Another time, maybe, if he sees her again.

Meanwhile, her reaction to his flares is gratifying. His smile widens; he's flattered, but he does also have a fairly high opinion of his own skills. "It's taken me a while to set up my workshop as I prefer it," he says. "Still longer to duplicate formulae that would have been simple in my own world. Mass production is out of the question as of yet, and perhaps that's for the best, but I make a few similar objects."

"My name is Barcus. Barcus Wroot." He offers a handclasp. "And you, saer? If you're truly interested, please feel free to seek me out later. I'm nearly always willing to talk shop."