"You read over my shoulder, you don't like the dispensary idea, anything else catch your eye?" he sighs.

"Everything I saw: 'completely ignore magic - pros/cons', 'things to ask Sherlock', 'getting rid of wings', 'go through med notes and give to someone', 'maybe just fly to Mars and set it up nice for them later', 'there has got to be some way to make a vampire dispensary work'," she lists. She has the wording verbatim on all of them. "I'm interested in med notes, what you'd do with Mars, and what you meant about the pros and cons of ignoring magic; I'm also wondering who Sherlock is but I don't think that's likely to have immediate practical relevance."

"Right, so, it's 2159 where I'm from and medical science has advanced correspondingly. I keep on top of it more than I do, say, the advances that have been made in orchid cultivation, because, one, it's useful for personal alterations if I ever want to make any - the wings and tail I had models, if I decide I want something non-standard I'd better know about how people are put together - two, in case I'm ever on a summon and have the flexibility and opportunity to make stuff to heal someone. So I know and can conjure up notes for a century and a half of medicine you don't have and I'm not sure where to drop it to good effect. Mars I'd just make a little spaceship and go there and give it an atmosphere and topsoil and some plants and water so it would be comfortable for Earthlings who visited later. That would be an example of something I could do while ignoring magic besides my own, because it sounds like a mess."

"Your view of magic besides your own is pretty accurate, but I happen to have an in with a witch who is much less of a mess than average," she says. "I could also probably figure out something to do with your medical notes if you don't want to handle that part yourself. I don't have the connections now, but finding the right people to inform about medical advances falls under the purview of what I plan to do with my life besides Slaying. No input on Mars; seems like you've got that handled."

"The library I was in earlier had floppy disk drives, so search me if I know what format to give you the notes in, but you're welcome to have a copy. No promises I won't duplicate them somewhere else if an opportunity comes up."

"Sure, that makes perfect sense. You could for example give me one of your nifty future computers."

"You couldn't charge it unless I also give you a wireless electricity station and a whole string of power adapters to plug it into your wall, and I have not yet decided to supply that kind of tech, either the wireless electricity or the computation, nice try. Besides, you wouldn't know how to operate it unless I gave you lessons."

"I'm assuming nifty future computer batteries last at least long enough for me to read the highlights and maybe retype some things. I'm also assuming that the interface isn't so arcane I couldn't figure it out on my own with a little effort, because I don't expect intuitive usability in computer design to decline over the next century and a half. It would admittedly be more convenient if you could get it in a format modern computers could read - the library machines are ancient, by the way, and my home computer is not, you might have better luck there."

"My concerns include that you would take apart the nifty future computer when its battery died. What counts as 'intuitive' changes a lot with background culture. I will happily make you a - what came after floppies? DVDs?"

"Technically CDs came after floppies, but DVDs have in fact been invented and my computer can in fact read them, so they're a better option."

"Okay, here's the box set," says Cam, producing what does indeed look like a boxed set of DVDs in a plain white case. "Annotated medical textbooks for the last century and a half, have fun."

"Thanks, I will."

"Anything else?"

"It would be convenient to have a way to contact each other, in case you decide you want to meet my aunt the witch, or you want something done that requires going places where your awkwardly bulky leather coat is going to stand out. You know more than I do about your options for using things like phones and email."

"If people are going to notice through the coat I might as well just saw them off," grumbles Cam. "I can make phones and computers and so on but that doesn't automatically get them onto any subscription-based service. I'd offer you a walkie-talkie, but, tech concerns. You could buy me a phone."

"I could buy you a phone," she agrees. "If I buy you a phone, I'd like some help paying for it. Any moral qualms about, oh, a handful of diamonds? My aunt uses them as a spell component sometimes; if we don't have to keep stocked, that's more money to pay for your phone."

"Sure, diamonds aren't a tech problem, just give me specs on how big and how you want them cut."

"Is your aunt the witch who is not as much of a mess as other sources on magic?"

"Yep."

"Are we friends, now? I'm still way back in 'not giving out arbitrary information about future technology'."

"In this case 'friend' was meant to communicate 'person I expect to be talking to and cooperating with frequently in the near future'."

"Okay. How are we getting me my phone?"

"Well, I could go get it and then mysteriously find you again, but I'm going to guess you won't be fond of that option. And mysteriously finding people takes time and effort I could be putting towards better things. Relatedly, it might interest you to know that Slayer senses definitely think there is something up with you, but aren't clear about what. I can tell vampires from anything else and some kinds of demon from each other if I pay attention, and sometimes I get a read off an especially powerful or strongly affiliated magic user; you're just some unspecified kind of slightly weird. But it's an indication that getting rid of the wings might not completely do the job of letting you pass for human."

"How many people are going to be sensing me Slayerishly, though?"