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It didn't take long for Blossom to introduce Brick to the various mechanisms of the laboratory. A lot of people were interested in this sort of thing, but not many of them could understand it like Brick did. Although, he was a bit rusty, since he had to give most of his equipment up, unwillingly, after the whole apocalypse started. It's not easy being on the run with a bag of machinery, even if it did get them out of trouble sometimes.
Brick looked the machines up and down, the glassware, the microscopes, and large machines that look like they could hold a human. All of them could conduct run-of-the-mill experiments, but Brick guessed that they probably weren't being used for titrations. He runs his fingers along the table, noticing the lack of dust. Everything was fairly clean here, which meant it was properly run. He was glad that at least he wasn't living in a shuttle run by a bunch of morons.
After being silent for a while, letting Blossom mostly take the lead, he finally says something, sounding firm like he usually does, but making sure not to sound hostile. "What's the purpose of all the equipment?" If one of his brothers were here, they'd probably make a note on the lack of ego in his question. He still thought he was some of the best of the best, of course, but he could also recognize when someone else knew their stuff as well. And although that hurts his ego a bit, that he's not the smartest anymore, he'd be stupid to let it interfere with his or his brothers' safety.
Blossom looked up at him and smiled. "That's not for a newbie to know," she teased. Although, it pretty much encapsulated her real thoughts. Although she knew that Brick was smarter than most of the people that have come in and out of the lab on a whim, hence why she gave him a tour, she wasn't going to let some random that she barely knew who most likely didn't have any ties with anyone who would be impacted by these experiments know about the nature of what was going on, and especially not about her powers.
That could endanger everyone living here, if she trusted the wrong person, gave the wrong person this sort of knowledge. She watched as Brick furrow his brow and clench his hands, and smirked. He clearly had a big ego, but he was dead wrong if he thought that she was going to just let him in.
During the tour, she watched as he would gently pick certain objects up, looking at them, and maybe move things around. He interested her, but not enough to let her guard down. Really, there wasn't any amount of interesting-ness someone could have to let her guard down though, so maybe there's not much correlation between those two things.
Brick wasn't in the mood for talking, he never is, so he just dropped the topic. If she wasn't going to let him know, then he'll just figure it out on his own. He had a right to know what was happening where he was living. Especially if him and his brothers were doing work for them too.
He grumbled back to his room a few minutes later after Blossom finished showing him around the lab, and sat down on the desk. His brothers weren't there in the room, but he was sure that they could handle themselves. He pinches the space between his brows- they better not get into any trouble during their first night here. The worst thing they could do is not lay low. Especially when he doesn't have a good idea on what they do here, and how they've advanced so far. Brick is sure though, about one thing. That the laboratory has the key to it.
He pulled out a sheet of paper from his bag, all crumpled and soaked up, but it would work. He did his best to draw out the layout of the lab (and the shuttle- later that night) and planned to figure out what was going on in there in the dead of night.