[ There's a little blip there, the psychic equivalent of a wider-eyed blink. Gen puts down the cigarette he'd been sniffing at so he can snap the case shut and hold it up to get a better look at it. ]

... sick. [ In his room, he's shifting the case one way, then the other, watching its surface catch the light. It just looks like a normal metal case. ] Magic really is convenient, huh.

[ It's as close as he'll get to admitting that the case is impressive as hell, which it is. ]

An' you're confident it'll hold up? You know how bullshit some of the people here are in terms of strength.