"I think I know a little something about electricity," Lincoln declared.
"Yes, that may be, but when you are dealing with alien technology, you can't go by Earth physics," Simmons politely responded.
"I also know a little something about aliens," Lincoln replied and gave her a knowing look.
She returned his with a confused one. Then he held up his hand and let a few sparks fly.
"Oh, right, but that's biology and we are dealing with technology ..."
"Jemma, Lincoln, check this out," Fitz interrupted them as he turned the device over. "There's a door here."
The two joined Fitz on the other side of the table.
"Ohhh," all three said at once as Fitz pried the small door open.
"Well that was unexpected," Fitz exclaimed.
"What is that?" Simmons inquired trying to get a better look.
"Kind of looks like a battery," Fitz said.
"Let me see," Lincoln responded while trying to squeeze between Fitz and Simmons. Once he had a good look at it, he tentatively tried poking it to see if it would move. He promptly received a shock that knocked him back.
"Lincoln! Are you alright?" Simmons ran over to the Inhuman, who started laughing.
"Kind of tickled," Lincoln responded, giggling. He shook his head and stood up. "That may have been some kind of defense mechanism, let me take another look."
"Are you sure you want to try that again?" Fitz was actually questioning the man's sanity.
"That little jolt packed quite a punch which would have hurt either of you, but I'm fine."
"If you're sure, go ahead," Fitz responded and moved out of the way.
Lincoln moved in closer and just before he tried again, he said, "You may want to step back ... just to be safe."
Fitz and Simmons simultaneously took a giant step back.
"Huh ..." Lincoln said as he poked at the object.
"What?"
"What is it?"
"I don't think this is alien," Lincoln stated.
"Why?"
"How could that be?"
"Since when do aliens use," Lincoln started to reply as he pulled a tiny object from the device, "Duracell batteries."
"What?"
"Let me see that," Simmons said as she grabbed it from Lincoln.
Just as Simmons handed the battery to Fitz, the trio heard something from the hall.
Outside the lab was Hunter and Skye, both doubled-over laughing.
"This means war," Lincoln whispered to Fitz and Simmons, who both nodded in agreement.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to apologize for ending it like that. At the moment, I've got nothing. Not sure how to follow that up, but if inspired, I'll add to this.