[He beams at her eagerly, and then... remembers that important thing he needs to ask. He reaches into the back pocket of his grass-stained jeans, pulling out his little device.]
Hm... I. Ariadne? [He's holding the thing like it's some kind of holy artifact, delicate and easy to break, cupped in his palms.] This. I... have seen, mmm, the f-faces? And voices. But I can't...
[He gives her an apologetic look because he knows he is tripping all over himself trying to explain.]
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Hm... I. Ariadne? [He's holding the thing like it's some kind of holy artifact, delicate and easy to break, cupped in his palms.] This. I... have seen, mmm, the f-faces? And voices. But I can't...
[He gives her an apologetic look because he knows he is tripping all over himself trying to explain.]
U-understand? This.
[The dastardly thing.]