[ Roy's so lucky Beat's a gullible teenager whose bullshit detection meter is broken beyond repair. Thankfully he also has a somewhat decent sense of self preservation, so he's not going to go off immediately to find a volcano somehow. ]

... Uh, shit dude, I'm sure you know yer stuff but is there another way? 'Cuz I ain't too keen on dyin' again. Like, one times enough, you know?

[ Excuse him while he takes a moment to investigate himself, the blue glow having spread all over by now. It doesn't feel like anything, which is nice, and he doesn't feel odd in anyway. Just... glowing. Waving his fingers back and forth, he snorts a little. ]

I look like I belong in a rave.