Flying is good. Flying clears his head, flying is better than just stepping outside at that inexpressible benefit of "fresh air". People do not tend to bother him when he is flying.
Eventually the computer will render translations of some things! Without any known plaintext it's pretty tentative about a lot of it but it's legible.
"Ooh, cool, what have you found about it?" Cam asks, looking up from an attempt to help the computer figure out which labels on a wildlife guide pertain to which specimen drawings.
"I've noticed they have a bunch of stuff about animals. Keeping exotic ones as pets."
"Weird. I'm gonna tell the computer to translate this word as 'familiar', then."
"You think I know how to pronounce any of this? There's no audio recordkeeping," Cam snorts. "It is called this sequence of letters."
"A spy drone to pick up some phonemes," says Cam, "and correlate them with things, and then tell us when a good time to visit the royalty and consult them about their needs might be?"