Right, the usual intuiting the business out of jack nothing.
[He returns the can to its original position and backs away, hands in his pockets. He doesn't do anything for a while, and maybe he's utterly failing Isabel's advice and thinking too much.
But then he draws his right hand from its pocket, aims his palm with the gears that form his Executor mark at the soda can, and a cog-toothed ring of red appears around both his arm and the can, twirling counter-clockwise.
The dent that Isabel's spec-shot made on impact pops back out.
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[He returns the can to its original position and backs away, hands in his pockets. He doesn't do anything for a while, and maybe he's utterly failing Isabel's advice and thinking too much.
But then he draws his right hand from its pocket, aims his palm with the gears that form his Executor mark at the soda can, and a cog-toothed ring of red appears around both his arm and the can, twirling counter-clockwise.
The dent that Isabel's spec-shot made on impact pops back out.
...That's all that happens.]
Welp.