"Nothing really comes to mind...  I'm sure there's something somewhere, but besides the - comm - they don't seem to have gotten here yet, whatever they are.  The trams are new-ish, like, they were new a century ago, if I remember correctly."

'Invented a century ago but still considered new' and wireless comms coexisting is pretty weird, but then so is having exactly one person know what Sith are. "Are most people farmers, here?"

She was rather stretching for something that wasn't just Her Highness' work.  Villarosa hasn't needed anything worldshaking lately.  As far as she knows.  (And that's not even considering the complicating factor of gnomish technology.  Things might've been invented centuries before someone who doesn't believe randomness is a selling point makes one.)

"I couldn't say for sure; there's a census, but it's not like I read it.  And then you have the people who do stuff as-needed, or work on those gnomish machines that do harvesting, or have herb gardens.  I don't know how you'd count it.  Probably more than half the country's involved somehow.  ...The Duchess pays attention to that sort of thing; I'm just getting my job done, you know?"

So, basically pre-industrial, with the exception of their host, who... got here from elsewhere, somehow? With knowledge of Sith and more-advanced tech? While not being Force-sensitive herself, given how Deskyl didn't kill her on sight?

"I think that answers my question, thank you."

"Anytime.  Goodness, I don't know what I'd do if I was dropped somewhere I wasn't intending to be teleported to.  My best, I suppose."

She'll throw the rumor mill a bone, sure. "We might not be doing very much for the next while; Xaari Deskyl is injured and I expect she'll need at least a month to recover enough to participate in anything that isn't vital."

"Oh, Light preserve.  My best wishes for her swift recovery."  And she will now go elsewhere.

She sets the comm unit aside; with how unsettled Deskyl is and the magic being the obvious guess of why, she's going to be sparing with how she interacts with it until she has an opportunity to talk to her about it. It's fine, it's not like droids get bored. She goes back to sitting.

Several hours later...

Alicia Thorn Vaudelle

I don't suppose you have any data in your memory banks that would help me figure out what I need to specify when I'm trying to reify baryonic matter from nothing?  I've got the proton-electron correspondence worked out, but at the moment I find myself coming up a bit short of sufficiently constraining the possibilities so I don't summon something bizarre, or worse, antimatter.  Either that or I'd need to scan yourself or Deskyl for a template.

The lightning thing seems to be working, at least, but we don't know if it'll work for you.  I can bring it down for testing if you'd like?

DZ-12Q

Would an article of master Deskyl's clothing work for the scan? I expect she'll be more comfortable with that than with one of us being scanned.

Alicia Thorn Vaudelle

It should suffice, I think. Would you prefer that I get the data where you can see me, or should I keep magic away from you?

DZ-12Q

I'll wake her up and ask, about that and the lightning test; I expect the conversation to take a while.

Given she's most likely going to have to explain things starting with 'so you teleported us', that is.

It's close enough to sunset that she leads with that when she wakes her; they sit outside to have the conversation. Forty-some minutes later DZ sends another message to Alicia: Deskyl wants to see the scan and the test.

Right.  Oh, does DZ need the power source to take a specific adapter, or?

It takes her about five minutes to get from wherever she's been working to where DZ and Deskyl are, once those forty minutes and the conversation have passed.

DZ's charging port was designed with emergency situations in mind, it's straightforward to rig two wires into a workable connection.

They're still outside when Alicia gets there; Deskyl has cleaned herself up but it's still fairly obvious that she was crying not all that long ago.

She is Not Going To Mention That.

"Hi," she says, from what's hopefully a non-startling distance.

Deskyl isn't startled at all; she's been tracking Alicia's location since she came out from behind the wards. She looks over when DZ signs, though, and signs back.

    "She says 'hi, you're here for the tests?'"

"Yes, that's what I'm here to do."

She has a small lightningy thing in her pocket.  She pulls it out before she gets closer.  "This is so DZ can test if the sort of lightning we get here will suffice for charging.  I'm also hoping I can get enough data from running a scan that I can provide something that works like the charging you're used to - probably a rotary generator, I don't really know what solar charging would produce but given that stars are not balls of nuclear fusion and, uh, DZ is not magically inert, I wouldn't risk it."

Deskyl signs, and then pulls her shoes off to pass over to Alicia while DZ conveys the translation; it's too cold for going barefoot to be a reasonable choice, but then it's really too cold for her current outfit to be a reasonable choice for outdoor wear, either, and she doesn't seem bothered by that.

    "She wants to see the lightning generator working before you use it on me, she expects to be able to get an idea of whether it'll be safe. The rotary generator will be fine; she'll need a magnet and some wire for it."

"Yeah, I have a low-power one right here, which we should be able to scale up if it works."

She proffers a small circular band, about the size of a bracelet, with arcane symbols on it.

The wires are clearly a last-minute addition, but: behold, pocket lightning.  Not a lot of it, but nonetheless enough to test with.

"As far as the generator goes, we're waiting on 'will I in fact be able to produce copper'.  And iron.  Especially magnetic iron.  That's going to be slightly harder than just letting things randomize, although it should be easy enough to just...run the generator in reverse, once we have it, to make a magnet.  Magic solves many problems.  ...Hm, and we'll need some sort of cladding, for safety's sake, but that can just be something generic...  ...Ah, sorry, my brain runs off with me sometimes.  Let me just...scan your shoes."

    "She says she has some copper, if you need that in particular to scan."

"That would save a lot of trouble, if you wouldn't mind."

Deskyl signs briefly and heads inside.

    "She wants privacy for this part, but it won't take long."

"...Oh.  Oh, I wasn't meaning to ask --" anything to do with a Sith's lightsaber, which, come to think of it, is the only coppery object she's seen on Deskyl's person, "I can make this work with what we have, it's just going to be annoyingly iterative because I don't really remember the periodic table off the top of my head -"

She scans the shoes.

The shoes have plenty of futuristic materials in them but none of them are metals.

"The table of the atomic elements? I can write that out for you."

"That would be appreciated.  Really, I just need copper and iron, since that's what I'm going to need to conjure, but - well, I wouldn't mind the whole thing."