On the way back to his desk, he stumbled into someone much taller, with a set of cameras on his chest.
"Ouch," Al said, flailing, and maybe, possibly pressed some button somewhere that he shouldn't've pressed.
Click! the disturbed camera echoed as its lens extended a good nine inches against Al's nose, pushing him backwards.
Something rustled inside the device, quick as a spider, its gears turned, and at the same time, a flash, as bright as Lumos Maximus went off right in front of Al's face. Zap!
Al blinked and choked up at the emitted chemical smoke. He suspected that his nose hairs were still glowing with residual magic after surviving such a treatment.
He glanced up and peered through the cloud of purple. "Um, sorry?"