Scott didn't think Sandy was showing off. Scott was just... matter of fact about such things. One of his oldest friends turned into a block of solid ice, after all - and that wasn't even the half of it. So he was impressed, but he was a long way from awed.

He shook his head in silent negation, still chewing, and went to his bag to get his actual visor - instead of the glasses he'd been wearing and would be wearing until they went out tonight. They drew less attention, especially during the day. Looking normal, blending in, he'd do as much of it as was useful. Sometimes, he'd resent it. Others, he'd feel guilty for it, but none of that changed him doing it.

He took the visor out, walked over and handed it to Sandy, wholesale. His return of trust, and it wasn't small.

"Knock yourself out. It isn't mechanically complicated."