It was with a healthy dose of skepticism and anticipation both that Cain did as suggested. Once the device came live with the faintest smattering of whatever made up its insides, his eyes grew wide; he'd never thought he would see the night skies of his distant memories again.

It was only fitting that he didn't know what to say, nor how to mask how taken he was by the elaborate detail. So rather than using words, he inclined his head, and plucked his hat from its perch to press it instead to his chest.