He asks a lot of questions -- ... a lot, he can't help it, everything here fascinates him -- and makes note of a few places he's probably going to come back to. Wolfgang is neither an inventor nor an engineer -- not by the civilian definition, anyway -- but boy does he love tinkering with shit.

He pulls a face and reaches up to steady it to keep it from falling over his face like a little boy playing dress-up in someone else's clothes, then removes it. "I will. I'll let you know if there are any bars that need terrorizing." Will can terrorize them, he means, Wolfgang will just be his cheerleader.