[ 'Datapad'. That is what it is called. It makes sense, though Linhardt is mildly frustrated: At least at home when he discovers things, he also gets to name them.
Linhardt accepts the datapad, eyes roaming over the offered information, his shoulders sagging in relief.]
Oh, thank the Goddess. Otherwise I would have died.
[He does not know enough about space to pilot a space ship. Linhardt turns his attention to the datapad in its entirety, holding it up so he can examine it from all angles. Why does everything run on lightning magic? Fuzzy, small lightning magic that's working at scales too small for him to 'see' on top of that.
Luckily, Linhardt has acquired enough consideration for others that he doesn't immediately take apart someone else's electronics, though the urge is there. Instead, he starts to copy some of the gestures that McGillis makes. Although he rotates the gestures in a logical fashion (one finger? two? three?), Linhardt clearly knows nothing about computers, as is evidenced by the fact that he doesn't know how close his hand has to be to the screen: He tries the gestures on the back of the datapad and looks confused when nothing happens.]
I'm a magical researcher.
[Linhardt lifts up the datapad to examine it from the back with a frown.]
no subject
Linhardt accepts the datapad, eyes roaming over the offered information, his shoulders sagging in relief.]
Oh, thank the Goddess. Otherwise I would have died.
[He does not know enough about space to pilot a space ship. Linhardt turns his attention to the datapad in its entirety, holding it up so he can examine it from all angles. Why does everything run on lightning magic? Fuzzy, small lightning magic that's working at scales too small for him to 'see' on top of that.
Luckily, Linhardt has acquired enough consideration for others that he doesn't immediately take apart someone else's electronics, though the urge is there. Instead, he starts to copy some of the gestures that McGillis makes. Although he rotates the gestures in a logical fashion (one finger? two? three?), Linhardt clearly knows nothing about computers, as is evidenced by the fact that he doesn't know how close his hand has to be to the screen: He tries the gestures on the back of the datapad and looks confused when nothing happens.]
I'm a magical researcher.
[Linhardt lifts up the datapad to examine it from the back with a frown.]