Ronan frowns as Cheng explains, his tone wounded, almost. Defensive. Something prickles under Ronan's skin and he snarls a little.

"Hey, calm the fuck down," he says, words sharp but tone uncharacteristically soft. At least as far as Henry Cheng is concerned. "I'm not judging you, man. I'm impressed. I didn't know you could do that shit."

For the first time possibly ever, it makes Ronan what else he can do, what other little tricks he has hidden up his sleeves. If maybe that's why Gansey was, supposedly, so eager to pull Cheng into their group back home. If he helped the search for Glendower somehow. Noah hadn't said anything about it, but Noah's been notoriously and frustratingly vague about everything lately.

His lips quirk then, nearly a smile. "RoboBee, huh. That's creative. How old were you?"