He looked away, his hand going to the back of his neck. "I've heard a lot of things, Ms. Skye, but never anything about that." He wondered how many people had heard about it before him this time...

But despite his lingering doubts about it, he was curious to hear more, to find out how it was meant to work. Wherever the stone was created. It's the color of blood for a reason. It was as if he thought the longer he stared at her, the better he'd understand. His gaze started to wander. She created it using blood, then?

...

He was so confused.

"If you say so, Ms. Skye," he replied, scratching his head. If she said it had worked for her before, then he guessed he could believe her. And she didn't have anything to gain by lying about it, right?

[waiting for gas roll]