"Aye, I suppose they can, at that." He looks at the book and cautiously extends his hand towards it, like he's going to poke a finger into the hole. He thinks better of it at just about the time Lois holds out her hand, and opts to turn the gesture into a brief, but firm, handshake.

"Jamie McCrimmon. Pleased to meet you."

He smiles at her before returning to the contemplation of the book. "I wonder..."

He looks down. "What d'you think the chances are that something wooden got burnt just enough by that pen that it turned to charcoal?"

Not, perhaps, the best option. But certainly better than the Laser Pen of Death.