"Oh... good to know." He's playing up a little bit of the pearl-clutchy wide-eyedness, this isn't exactly his first rodeo, here, but the level of technology-magic of Baedal is something else entirely. He keeps his hands in the pockets of his coat as he keeps an eye out around them, noting anything that might come in useful, later; it's probably cheaper to pick stuff up here and fix it himself than it would be to get new.