As soon as that metal plating came off-- woah. That scent of something that must have burned smacks him right in the face. This isn't good. It smells like someone stuck a skunk in the generator and let it burn inside.

Maybe- Maybe someone did? Anything could happen here.

"That should be indication enough," he squawks pathetically, his breathing shallow to reduce the amount of scent inhaled. "They've fried."

Not good. Not good at all. It'd take a hell of a while to get these back up and running if it's as bad as it smells.