[ He shifts position as Silco pulls out that map, leans over to get a better look at it. Everything else on the table is of no mind to him; none of his business how he runs this place. And besides, they're both highly committed to Zenith, so it's not like he's plotting anything that'd actually hurt them. There's nothing to glean from anything else atop his desk.

The map, though.

His eyes flick right to where Silco's pointing. Amos has been to the industrial district once or twice, but that's about it; never had much of a reason to head over there, considering his waning interest in the island. At his emphasis on the word machine, though, he looks up. Emits a small hm, like he's thinking things over. ]

I mean, I could probably bullshit my interest in it. I worked on spaceships. Good chance I know more about machinery than anyone else they've got over there.

[ Unless it's infused with magic somehow... or if Springstar has anyone from a more advanced timeline among their ranks, which, he might want to know about that too...

But. ]

So, I get that we want someone to check out that machine. [ Shit, now he's curious, too. ] I don't get what we get out of them knowing Zenith's interested in it. Wouldn't we want to keep that under control? We trying to piss them off or something?

[ Help. ]