He shrugged. "It will work until it breaks, at which point, it stops teleporting back. That will, possibly, be the first clue. Or maybe it will have a big old meter on the side. I have no idea what you are going to get, I just make the stuff."<br/><br/>He ignored the logical paradox in the previous sentence, and took the top, only admiring the eye candy for a second. While normally he would love to admire her large, full, firm, perfectly even tatas, he was also in the 'creation zone,' and his attention was more interested in running down various avenues of improvements, rather than breeding like most males would. "Hmm, could probably work a shield generator into the fabric without any discomfort, or even you realizing it is there. Might have to add more fabric to house the field projectors though..."<br/><br/>He was only examining the bikini top with one hand, the other was moving like it was possessed over the notepad, adding notes, scratching others out, even drawing diagrams with arrows back to the notes, all with his attention firmly elsewhere. After about two minutes, he handed the top back, before turning to the nearest minion. "Get the best metal we have, inspiration!"<br/><br/>He turned back to Wilding,and nodded. "Spear first, likely get at least ten plus one dice twelve teleports before the initial power source needs to be resupplied. Depends on distance of return. Eleven is the absolute minimum I can promise. AndthenImightbeabletoaddotherfucntions, ohthisisgonnabefun!"<br/><br/>He turned and ran off after the minions, completely forgetting about Wilding as he leapt the nearest pile of various metals, not sorted by which metal, but by quality. It was lower end stuff, but it could be used without compromising a design's integrity. It wasn't the fact he was jumping metal though that showed he was... 'not entirely there.' It was the fact it was nearly seven feet high and about as wide, and he grabbed the edge and flipped over the top with a shove of his arms, landing soundlessly on the other side as he ran for the smallest pile, which had a sheen of dark blue, nearly black. It was his adamantine pile, and while it only was four poles about six feet long, it had come from refining more metal that was in the pile he had so easily flipped over.