Delsin jogs eagerly up to the window. The TVs are on, displaying their quality and whatnot. He can't reach them through the glass of the storefront, though. So he looks at Liz and takes her hand to lead her into the store with him.

He slows as he nears the displays and swallows nervously. Untangling his hand, he glances over at her.

"You might want to stand back," he suggests. "Just in case this backfires." The neon had burned a bit. He doesn't know what will happen if he tries and fails to absorb the pixels on the screens in front of him.