[She gestures acknowledgement, tilting her head, though she doesn't laugh the way Skye does.]

Fair enough. Where I'm from they would be recycled, or turned into rags. I don't know what they usually do here.

[The gauntlet, though, has her coming closer as soon as the invitation is made, curiosity glinting in her eyes. She's seen some new and unusual varieties of advanced technology here, thanks to Tony, but she's been under the impression that it's relatively rare.]

A prototype, then. [And, observing the wave it makes when Skye gestures, she adds,]

I assume it's not just for flinging around errant debris.