For Science

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do "To ascend? Ah...well, that is lucky I suppose?" Remembering nothing of the time Sam asked if Remi himself would ascend, he pondered it now. And, like before, decided that making one race-altering decision as a teenager to become a shapechanger was enough for him. As Sam nudged the cube, Remi's eyes tracked it immediately, turning from pale green to a predatory gold as he inspected it with a different set of eyes. But the surface looked the same even with much keener vision, and none of his other animalistic senses revealed anything about it. It smelled like metal, did not give off any sort of field (magnetic or otherwise) that he could tell. "Oh, so this is ... common, then? There is this sort of thing just out there?" He asked, glancing up towards Sam before turning his attention back to the cube. If Sam though this was going to be an afternoon of flirtation, he shouldn't have brought the scientist a problem to puzzle over, as it became quite clear where Remi's focus was. Lifting just a finger, he tried to push the cube. Absolutely nothing happened. He pushed hard enough for his finger to turn white, and then tried to use his fingers to move it. Again, it was impossibly immovable. "How much does it weigh, when you lift it?"