At that, Aaron managed to grin in a way that wasn't completely creepy.

No, wait. It was. And behind Peridot, he was focusing on making a life-sized copy of himself. Said copy was inky-black and dripping shadow which burnt off in the sunlight, just faded away to nothings, but the main body of the thing was solid-looking.

He'd come a long way from making cats and birds a few days ago. He'd spent the time honing his skills until he could do some real damage, in case the mechanic came back, and definitely in case he brought people with him.

"Turn around."