He actually gives a soft smile, pleased that things had turned out well. The glyph is going and Pratt is the one that powered it. Today is turning out much better than expected when he'd wrangled that hot chocolate from the robots.

"And now we see if breathing it in works?" He doesn't feel anything yet, but it always takes time. At this point he's a pro at the whole: nothing is happening, no wait - I need to go to the hospital - that teenagers keep pulling on him.