"The webshooters were the most useful ones by far." He rubs his left forearm, as if out of an old habit of massaging aching muscle. "They're integrated into the suit at this point, but they started off as UMF gloves. You can imagine my relief when I figured out a reliable way to make light-webs work instead of the spinnerets that grew in."

Biological machinery was messy. The glands tended to itch or get stuck or feel sore. His appetite was insane with the calorie draw of producing webbing. And then the inevitable silk incidents when someone squeezed his arms. It made trying to live his normal life absolute hell. Yeah. He was glad to get rid of those. It was nice to feel like he was slightly less of a freak, too.

"Sorry, that was a gross example." He looks down at the plans to avert eye contact and hide the slight flush of embarrassment. "There's the Multiverse watch. I had to work in a subspace pocket to fit in all the things one could need while jumping dimensions. Recording equipment, scanners, and what have you..."

He rattles it off without thinking as he starts to focus on the paper in front of him. He tapers off as he takes a good look. The lack of numbers was a little odd, but the lines were accurate. Dan clearly had worked out much of the problem his own way.