He had brains and he'd been keeping an eye on the boards, he had a fairly good idea that the kid wasn't baseline human, but if she wasn't going to bring it up he wasn't either. His tone was somehow matter-of-fact and mildly amused at the same time, "Just as long as it doesn't scorch anything when it vaporizes him we're good."
Another nod, mulling over what he had in the yard and how long it would take some of them to be workable, finally shrugging, "Might be able to pull something together, when I get a free weekend." Which in Bobby-speak meant that he'd probably have something workable by lunchtime and ready to pass a 100-point inspection by dinner.