Avery hummed to himself, contemplating their, or at least his, next possible actions.
"I didn't think you would have a hand in making this contraption," Avery said. "In any case, I think it is going to be a complete disaster. A successful disaster, mind you, but a disaster nonetheless." He could see it now, him and the rest of Team SALT in one of three rooms explaining to one of three people what exactly they expected to accomplish with this thing.
His eyes followed the flying contraption as it moved about the room. His head cocked slightly to one side. "Hey Taylor, while your tinkering with that, would you mind doing me a favor by installing a killswitch onto it?"