"Hh." Aleifr grunts, looking up at the pipe with a sort muted wonder that will probably strike someone from a more modern world as inappropriate for something so basic, but ... well, he didn't exactly come from a world where such things were commonplace.

Saturday points towards the doors, and Aleifr's eyes follow.

He was about to ask about all how she felt about all the secrecy, but the last part ...

"Explosives?"

The concept of an explosion isn't new. He's seen the land erupt in fire during the summer quakes, and he's seen the blast caused by a lightning strike ... but this word is new, and it has his attention.