[Finally, he pushes himself up off the table he'd been leaning on to examine the data cards and makes himself a little more useful. Freeing his hands from the task of handling the fragile chips so he can take the tablet from Clark and give it a better look. Doesn't seem to be ID locked to anyone in particular like the magitek network—just plain old locked. And a little heavier on the "tech" than the "magi." So lets see what he can do.]
That's more like it. Nice.
[What he means is thanks, probably. At least it sounds like a "yes." Or at least, a confident "maybe." He refocuses downward, spinning the tablet between his hands to pry open a panel on the back of it and expose the workings. But he glances upward for a beat before getting to work.]
Keep an ear out, big guy, this'll take me a minute.
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That's more like it. Nice.
[What he means is thanks, probably. At least it sounds like a "yes." Or at least, a confident "maybe." He refocuses downward, spinning the tablet between his hands to pry open a panel on the back of it and expose the workings. But he glances upward for a beat before getting to work.]
Keep an ear out, big guy, this'll take me a minute.