He peers at the unveiled contents of the first crate, then the second, and moves to lift the lids of the remainders, pausing to briefly glance at each stone fragment before moving onto the next. Hopefully they're inert because Jayce likewise touches the last of the fragments, tracing the metallic pattern running through it, the hum of a challenge lifting his spirits some.

"Do you mind if we set them on the ground?" he asks, the question directed primarily at Strange. "They look like puzzle pieces."

Assuming an affirmative, he'll do the heavy lifting.