[ Carol could think of a couple of reasons, but this does not seem like the sort of place that would suddenly have a Noise infestation, nor does it seem likely that the other set of alchemists have popped by and dusted everyone. ]

I suppose you are not the type to sleep next to your devices? [ Not that she would expect anything on the scale of a smart phone to have survived, she's just trying to figure out who else would be here on this planetoid.

She turns to follow after Abbacchio, seeming to at least trust the logic of his train of thought. ]

This is beyond the technology I'm used to as well, but I'm confident I can figure it out. Understanding the makeup of all things is the job of an alchemist.