[Nods and grunts, softly. He's concentrating very, very, very hard, trying to recall every detail of a power conversion/battery unit he encountered in one of the futuristic muses he worked with in Mayfield. When he's sure he's thought out every detail, including size and scope desired, he....pushes. What arrives is right -- but it also appears to have taken a full five actions. He's totally winded, power-wise.]

Well. It's a start.

[He grins at her, and shrugs.]

In the meantime there's enough wood in town to make you a cook fire.