((You know your stuff, Skylar. Sweet.))<br/><br/>Michael stared at the clay and the Styrofoam, before looking at Goldstein, then back at the clay and Styrofoam. He was rather... well, he would say confused, but that wasn't really it... He raised his hand, and asked, "Hey, uh, Doc? Do we work in teams, or do we just do this by ourselves?" He had since closed his computer, and placed it back in his messenger bag.