The initial reaction melts away as he continues to watch. It was clearly significant enough for the kid to assemble and place it with care, so on the altar it goes.

When the helmet comes out, there's a realization on Miguel's end on who this was for. And with it comes with a strong pang of empathy for the poor kid who couldn't even properly recover the genuine article. He's tempted to ask a few more questions, to idly chat to maybe make the process a little easier, but the careful evenness in Lucky's voice makes him reconsider. Now wasn't the time.

He just fishes for a lighter in his pocket (the lack of suit actually made room for those) and takes out an old, zippo-style one found somewhere from the Pole's tool stocks. He flicks on the flame for him.

"Careful." he says, more of general concern than doubting the kid didn't know his way around fire.