If it was just that I wouldn't still be giving him shit about it. I've done that before. Tried to change a light bulb, magnetized myself to the ceiling for my trouble.

But no, this was a grown-ass man assuming the only problem in the display room was the one they'd been sent after, goofing around with an old military telegraph and giving himself a whopping case of paranoia for his trouble.

[Not that Claudia knows it, but Pete's poor mom must've had an aneurysm when she heard about that. How did the guy not absorb 'don't touch that,' seriously.]