By most appearances, nobody was home in the workshop right now. It's quiet, absent of the sound of Brainstorm's quiet muttering or humming, or the sound of a metal being shaped into various gun barrels. If Nautica were to turn the gun in her hand she'd find Brainstorm's terrible handwriting spelling out Mirrorgun in fading purple to red lettering.

The door to the back of the workshop opens after a few minutes and Brainstorm slides out, briefcase dangling from his wrist. When he spots Nautica he jerks suddenly in surprise, optics widening.

"You didn't touch the trigger, did you? It's highly unstable right now!"