When L stood up, getting into some sort of storybook detective mode, Quigby's eyes followed much like a cat would watch a fly on a wall. It made him smile despite himself.
"Bullet proof vests." Quigby echoed, having never heard of these before, but figured it out pretty quickly. He liked that idea. The suicide pills were more than a bit of a throwback. Dorian could laugh - he was already dead - but everyone else in Asgard wasn't. Would they be up for such an option? Maybe angels would save them, too...
"Yes, this big thing? Do tell, as I am all ears, my boy." He leaned forward. "What is it you have in store for them?"