"Here, Isabella, have a holo-pen with magic textbooks on it. ...Bar, maybe you can help us with electrical backwards compatibility so she can charge the charger base."
Very well, thank you.
Giggle.
"She can produce near-arbitrary things - nothing magic, alive, enormous, or too hazardous, no arbitrage, otherwise very accommodating. First drink is free, everything else costs, but assume you have unlimited funds. I invented the holo-pen."
Linya draws a squiggle in the air. "I'm not sure how informative saying it's like a comconsole only it's yea big and does this can be, but that is the usual summary."
Linya hands her the pen catalog that Mial abandoned when he started playing the pens game. "Pick your color."
"Bella, is it? Do you know the nature of the horrible disaster shadowing Solvei's life? I don't ask that you tell me, but do you know?"
"Hey, Solvei, do I know the horrible disaster shadowing your life or is he trying to get unauthorized information?"
"Ugh," sighs Solvei. "Okay, Mark, if you insist on being this way, you can talk to Sis."
"You don't trust us. And yet, there is some sort of horrible disaster shadowing your life, and I want to help. And the reason you don't trust us is because of the horrible disaster, which I respect on an emotional level but think is tremendously counterproductive on a practical one. So I want you to tell us what your horrible disaster is so that we can get started on solving it for you. As I'm sure you know, instances of Miles are pretty good at solving things."
Mark hisses softly under his breath. "I don't know that we have one, but I can extrapolate. Perhaps it would be relevant for me to mention at this juncture that I am a trained assassin."
Linya glances at Bella. "Is Bella allowed to help explain or do you still require her silence?"
"Ghyslaine has magic powers, which we have somewhat incomplete information about but which might thwart an assassin, especially since assassinating her organic body will only inconvenience her."