“Keep your cuff on and you’ll stay safe in the eye of the storm; stay put in the containment box and I won’t have to worry about freezer burn. So.” He looked between them. “Who wants to go first?”
“Me,” Mal said before Dom could offer. Snatching up one of the cuffs from the table, he entered the containment box. “You mentioned it wasn’t necessary to bring eyewear.”
“I have new sets for both of you for the occasion. Nothing else should be needed since the field projects away from you.”
“Should?”
Priestly handed Mal a pair of goggles from a hook on the side of the box that looked nearly identical to his current ones. “Notice the lack of a door,” he said indicating the narrow slit Mal had used to slip inside, then knocked on the clear containment wall. “Electromagnetic waves are more effective than plastic. This is just backup.”
“Aren’t electromagnetic waves part of Zeus’s powers?” Mal tilted his head after securing the goggles over his eyes.