He looks down at the communicator in his hand, feeling a little better about not knowing just what the device is and what it's for (aside from communication, presumably). Surely he isn't the only one coming from a place where the technology isn't quite as... peculiar, he thinks. He can't say he knows a great deal about tinkerers and their various constructs, given he's always gravitated toward the magical over the mechanical, but he's sure this would be advanced even for them.
"My name is Carlisle Longinmouth," he says finally, offering the lad as brave a smile as he can muster through his uncertainty -- it pulls slightly at the edges of his mask, but is otherwise hidden. "Though I suppose family names matter not in a place like this."
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He looks down at the communicator in his hand, feeling a little better about not knowing just what the device is and what it's for (aside from communication, presumably). Surely he isn't the only one coming from a place where the technology isn't quite as... peculiar, he thinks. He can't say he knows a great deal about tinkerers and their various constructs, given he's always gravitated toward the magical over the mechanical, but he's sure this would be advanced even for them.
"My name is Carlisle Longinmouth," he says finally, offering the lad as brave a smile as he can muster through his uncertainty -- it pulls slightly at the edges of his mask, but is otherwise hidden. "Though I suppose family names matter not in a place like this."