None of this is objectionable, though they do arrange, without making it too obvious that they're doing it intentionally, to have Deskyl between Armsmaster and the robot in the enclosed space.

The elevator ride is smooth and silent, and they can barely feel acceleration. When it stops, Armsmaster leads them down a hallway and they eventually reach a small library.

They exchange a few signs - these are fairly obvious, DZ suggests that Deskyl sit at one of the tables, and Deskyl declines - before checking out the books; they quickly find where the dictionary is displayed and bring it over to the table, where DZ begins reading through it.

Deskyl, without anything in particular to do at the moment, watches Armsmaster.

Armsmaster is talking to people through his comm—yes the two are in the library, the robot is learning English and will soon be able to be an effective translator, he doesn't know yet what all the tinker's capabilities are but she's definitely not just a tinker, at least telekinesis, no he's not sure how large scale but they should assume "large enough" for purposes of any containment measures they might need to apply...

She considers reestablishing the telepathy, but, no, that's not a good use of her energy when DZ will be able to translate soon enough.

She dozes.

The droid reads on, and some half an hour later she comes to the end of it.

Armsmaster is still there, waiting patiently, arms folded.

She gets Deskyl's attention with a gentle hand placed on her forearm, then looks back to him. "Thank you, sir. I can answer your questions now."

He looks up at them and straightens up. "Where are you from?"

She signs translations to Deskyl as he speaks, and as she does. "We're not from this planet; we're probably not from this part of the galaxy."

"Explain?"

"Sith can do many things, and they can do more when they're upset; Deskyl was attacked, and teleported us here. I don't know where we are, but the sun is different, and your dictionary doesn't mention Sith or Jedi; any society near us with as much technology as I've seen would have been in contact with one of the two."

"Sith and Jedi are categories of people with powers?" he clarifies.

"Yes, sir."

"Can you give me more examples?"

"Sith can detect and affect emotions, sense imminent danger to themselves, produce lightning, and use telekinesis on objects and themselves. They have heightened senses, and heal more easily and live longer than normal humans. With training they can learn extra skills beyond most of those; Deskyl is a sense specialist, and was reading your mind to tell me what you were saying, for example."

"Reading my mind."

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir, is something wrong?"

"It was not thought to be possible. I will need you to stay here." And he leaves.

Deskyl goes back to sleep; DZ checks the shelves for a poetry section.

After a few minutes, a man in a suit arrives. "Good afternoon," he says, politely.

DZ puts her book down and wakes Deskyl again. "Hello, sir."

"My name's Norman. You're DZ and she's Deskyl?"

"Yes, sir."