[His gasp is. Aghast.] All of that was honest! [Seriously, it's like because he gives more than one or two spoken lines of dialogue, suddenly everything has to be a lie! Sheesh, all these people have such trust issues. (Him included.)] Okay, not the power meter part, I don't know anything about electricity.

[Possibly to a harrowing degree.]

Okay, listen. [He would hold his hands up in a nonthreatening gesture, but he's still. Frozen. Oh, god, he thinks his dick might be going numb from this position, actually.] Wade Winston Wilson, nonlocal but still very much the merc extraordinaire, personally burdened with way more knowledge than any one man can handle. And I know you're thinking, okay, why the window, and why now? First, for comedic effect and to entice the masses for attention, and second, because I have only four bucks on me and I could really use a smoke. With all the candles and the fire, I was passing and by and thinking, wow, there's someone who really knows what to do with fire in a way that isn't arson. Or I guess this could be a subtle form of pre-arson, if you like taking it really slow.