He pauses to flip the controller over and indeed he sees where screws tunnel through the material. Plastic, he's learned here - something man-made. Batteries and radio waves he has at least heard of, even if neither make much sense to him. It's more fathomable than magic.

"No, that's all right. Could take it apart myself if it mattered," he says with a shrug, then passes the controller back toward Soldat. "Here, if you want. I need a cigarette."

Must be so strange for the guy, living in two times. In a way it's not that unlike going to a new world, from the little he's heard. So much must have changed for him in such a short time that even the formerly familiar would seem awfully alien.