[ His reflexive response upon seeing that: ] Oh, terrible. What did this hardware ever do to them?

[ He handles the parts delicately, easing them out of the casing one by one. There are small...flickers? Distortions in the shadows? Moments where the umbriolite seems to want to react to something, but it's quelled as soon as Sirius touches it. He doesn't seem to be aware of it at all. ]

Your base should have better equipment to analyse these. Unless you've got other plans. [ He doesn't sound at all unhappy with that idea. Or maybe he just wants to get one over on Jun, which is honestly the most understandable expression of spite he's ever had. ]