Al perked up at the mention of Alchemy. It wasn't his area of study but he found the whole thing fascinating.
"What is it supposed, supposed to do?" He asked, peering at the lump with real interest. What sort of magic made limps of iron fly anyway? Especially spontaneously, like this supposedly had.
"I'm guessing not, not fly like that. Was locomotion a, a part of its intended function, function at all? Or just a, just a side effect?"