[ percy’s face contorts a bit in confusion as this is explained to him, but he takes it in stride, well, as much stride as he can. but when the snow parts, almost effortlessly, at the laser’s heat, paving a line through the snow despite the storm, he paces over towards it. ]

I most definitely can’t imagine anyone coming back from that. You could cleave a man right in two with that kind of weapon. [ he turns a bit more, hand on his chin. it’s freezing sure, but there’s nothing that warms a body a little like genuine curiosity, the thrill of something unseen. actually, no that’s bullshit, it’s still cold, but percy’s distracted for the moment, who cares about the cold right now. ] It’s absolute genius, really.