[The pause this time is longer, and though Clint is ridiculously good at hiding his emotions when he needs to, well, now he doesn't need to, and the confusion at Nida's words is evident. There's a look that clearly reads as p r o c e s s i n g before he shakes his head, shaking it off at the same time.]

We don't have anything like that where I'm from - maybe on some other planet, but I've never been to any. In the stories, sphinxes would just ask you questions or guard places, and if you got them wrong it would kill you. There was also something about prophecy, I don't remember what, it wasn't my subject.

Do you have any small screwdrivers and some needle-nose pliers?