"Things," Warrick repeats, testing the word in his mouth, mulling the meaning over for himself. He doesn't like the implications of it, and this shows in the twist of his mouth. But one thing he does like is how Trunks carries himself, because Warrick has seen enough people trained at Calliope to recognize a fighter, and this is definitely a fighter. He has a feeling that's something they'll need.

"You're being less stupid than me," Warrick observes, shame showing through his words. He's not even put off by the fact Trunks can sense things, nor does it take him away from his stride. He stands from his mattress and kicks it for good measure of his words, before striding over. "So what's this?"

He points at the handprint scanner. It makes no sense. He's from a world of magic without technology.