This is reminding him of Donnie's own technopathy, but Accelerator is promptly pushing those feelings down because they have no place in a negotiation. It's fine, he can take a look at the choker.

He's pretty happy when Mechanima is finished observing it, though.

Five days for a new one is reasonable (it's actually incredibly fast, what the fuck, that's kind of scary), and he'd like to know if there are going to be any medical tests to make sure the thing doesn't fry his brain. Better to be safe than sorry, and he's used to them.

He might as well meet Chaos Gate now, if she's around. He'd like to know if he's going to need to send regular reports on Chaos Gate or anything like that, or if he only needs to inform Mechanima if anything out of the ordinary comes up.

And this has nothing to do with any of the very serious stuff they've been discussing, but Accelerator is also a dumb fifteen year old who still image is very important, so on their walk over he has to ask what the fuck is with the helmet? It's in a casual, rather than an insulting tone. He's far too I-don't-give-a-shit to actually say it out loud, but that is some killer aesthetic.