Whew. For a second there, he thought he was gonna have to go through the whole 'magic is real' thing, which is his least favorite cultural exchange, at least when there's no magic to demonstrate with. But if she's got alchemy then her hesitance is probably just semantics; he brightens considerably, abandoning most of his heel-dragging ways.

"Alchemy, nice. I do transmutation so I get it. That's how we have products for the store, unless it's stuff Ren-- acquires," but he digresses, now's not the time for advertising. "But yeah, that's not gonna mean jack here. Maybe there'll be loot, like weapons." He tries to put a positive spin on it? At least? Sometimes you find weapons in places, that's adventuring science. "For you. If it comes down to me meleeing, we're fucked." He laughs nervously, but super isn't joking. Taako is, at present, an unloaded glass cannon. Which is to say, a useless and fragile sculpture.

"Dark vision's working alright though, so." He sniffs, eyes dutifully forward. "At least there's that."