Nifty trick, especially since he didn't see any street clothes on him. As for Ray, his conscious, that little jimminy cricket in his psyche, tells him to try not to mentally reverse engineer the things he's seeing here. Best not to produce technology that's hundreds if not a thousand years away.

Try being the operative word here. He nods and follows his lead, hands in his pocket. Soon enough, they walk up the steps to the museum and Ray is a bit taken back by it all.