[ Crossing his arms (and making a concerted effort not to fidget with his sleeves, just in case there are visible scales poking out), Arcade looms as politely as he can - because that's really the only thing to call it, when he's exactly one whole foot taller than she is. The fascinating display makes it hard to feel too awkward, though, as he watches her effortlessly navigate the bright little screen. ]

So it's a bit like a Pip-Boy, then. Only... infinitely more convenient.

[ Way less clunky, much clearer screen - actual color display? Robert House would have an aneurysm (and none too soon, in Arcade's admittedly biased opinion). ]

That's pretty smart, though. Documenting all of this, I mean. Who knows what we'll run into down the line? Better to be as prepared as we can.