Though James rather enjoyed the idea of muggle engines and machinery, fully grasping the mechanics off it was usually rather hit-or-miss. Though he could usually get general idea, a thing usually had to be in pieces for him to get the full concept. With magic, it had always been quite the opposite, where he could rely on intuition and just... the feel of a spell. The chunk of metal Sirius was prodding at was still curiously odd to James.
He laughed as the paper leaped from his hands and took flight. He didn't really care for the idea that ordinary people thought it was a laugh, spreading the Dark Mark around. And even if there were people out there, plotting old familiar plots, James and Sirius were the last two people to sit around and do nothing about it. His smile quirked up as his eyes followed the swooping bird. Zombie Order indeed. Actually...
"Sometime folks forget that they might run into a bit of opposition," James mentioned with a wry air, and a glance that hinted at a Plan. "Reckon the folks who want to play at being Death Eaters could do for a reminder?"