Dinadan is hunched over in a corner of the room he'd found the gloves in, still fiddling with his. He thinks better in small spaces as far as he's concerned, especially when exposure might be a few less seconds between a parademon or worse entering the room and him getting shot at. And frankly right now, he needs all of the extra seconds he can get.
"Come on you stupid piece of--"
Something clicks into place, and the gloves make a thruming noise as they begin to glow.
"--Please tell me that's good."
Dinadan cringes expectantly, but after a few seconds of the gloves not exploding, he snatches them up and shoots up to his feet -- and whacks his head against the edge of the table. "Ow!"
There's some blood leaking out from under his hair when he pelts back into the room where he left Henry, but that can be dealt with when the adults are all freed from Black Mercy. "I got the gloves!"
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