Tech raises a brow. It isn't not going to help??? What does that even mean? He stares at him for a while.

"O...kay... So like, obviously you're one of those fucking medieval types. Chanting spells, talking in riddles..." To his millennial senses, that constitutes a riddle. Don't even ask him to solve a real one. He doesn't have the patience for it.

"What was it meant to do is what I'm asking? You gonna be able to shoot fireballs at the door? Or maybe teleport us out of here?"