"—that's not a word I'm familiar with—telekinesis?"

She nods. "Telekinesis and." Subject change: "I learning... learns? English?"

"I'm learning English," he automatically corrects. "How did you appear here?"

"Sith power."

"Oh, there are more?" He doesn't move his lips but his eyes do and they track something on his helmet that sends pre-made messages somewhere: "Potential threat level nearing threshold for next level."

(Deskyl's head is ducked again as she signs; her amused grin will probably go unnoticed.)

"More, yes. I'm more learning English?"

"—oh, do you mean you don't have the vocabulary?"

Bingo! "Yes."

"What will help you get more? Just conversation or something else?"

"Conversation and something else. Something else more."

"Do you have any vocabulary to try to point at the something else?"

"Language but not speaking."

"Writing? Listening? Music? Books? Reading in general?"

"Books and reading, yes."

"Is there a specific type of book you need or will anything do? And how will you turn reading into spoken comprehension?"

"Anything. I analysis."

"Analyse," he corrects. "We could find you books in the Protectorate Headquarters."

This gets another longer round of signing, and then the pair stands. "Yes."

"Can you walk? It's over there," he says, pointing at the building, visible by its forcefield in the distance.

Deskyl doesn't sign, this time, but they set off toward the indicated building.

On they go! People look and take pictures.

She doesn't startle, this time, but she still glares at the flashes.

The headquarters is some ten minutes' walk away.

Not long enough for her to get too annoyed.

She rubbernecks some at the Headquarters' architecture - it's pretty, and gives her at least a little better idea of what these people are capable of - but doesn't dawdle. (The robot continues to stay very close to her.)

And while walking Armsmaster has relayed everything nonobvious from the recorded conversation to someone else. By the time they arrive there are some armed people—from their thoughts, Deskyl can probably gather that they're not going to use lethal weaponry unless strictly necessary, and they have other means they believe capable of subduing her—standing near the various doors and on the way.

The entrance hall is mostly empty, at this time, with only a few casual locals looking at the small museum-like atrium or browsing wares in a little shop on the ground level. Armsmaster leads Deskyl and DZ straight past these people towards a glass elevator.