Bruce furrowed his brow, looking at the damage done to Jet's panels with a critical eye and crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't answer immediately, too busy getting a sense of how bad the damage was.

"Why don't you lie down on that table? It has a lot of light I can work with," he said, gesturing to the table absently before glancing at Sam. "I'm going to need a lot of stuff for this. Do you mind helping me grab some after I get a closer look at what we're dealing with?"