Irahl is partially distracted by the effort needed to try and imagine what it would be like to look forward to an easy job. It's hard to picture. But, because he's a little distracted, he makes the mistake of actually looking away from his scope so he can glance back at the scavenger when he speaks up.

He immediately frowns. The fact that the binoculars had been taken apart isn't exactly a surprise, but maybe he hadn't imagined what that would actually entail until he sees it. Maybe he's surprised at how many separate pieces there are already. Maybe he hadn't thought about the fact that each piece is both damageable and pocket-sized.

"Arcana. Technology that interfaces with magic and destroys it. If you lose anything or get dirt in there, I'm going to skin you," he says with all the same vaguely-inconvenienced tone.