"Yes ma'am." She doesn't exactly have paper but she can put something together in the comm gadget; she gets to work.

And Deskyl comes back in a couple minutes with a short piece of wire, about two inches long, and hands it over. (Her lightsaber is in its holster, exactly as before, and she doesn't seem stressed about it or anything.)

...Regardless, the scan is completed with all due haste, and the copper wire repatriated.

"...Oh, goodness, no, don't try to fit an entire periodic table through that, it'll take forever - here, I've gotten my scans down, you can use this -"

    "Yes ma'am?"

(Deskyl takes the wire back, but sticks around to get her shoes on and watch the interaction rather than immediately going back inside.)

"...Actually, on second thought what I'm mostly thinking about is pretty-printing it and that can just be my problem, type away if you think it's faster.  You probably know better than I do on that front."

(She doesn't stop proffering the clipboard with her various atom structure notes on it, just in case DZ does figure hand-writing the periodic table will be faster.)

    "Yes ma'am." DZ goes back to her typing. Deskyl goes inside, for a little longer this time, and around the time she comes back DZ sends Alicia a typed list of the elements with their atomic numbers and weights and some notes on their types and basic electron shell information.

"Thank you, so much, this will save me a lot of potential trouble.  Uh, we were going to test the lightning?  Before I go off and conjure up a generator."

    "If you're ready, I think so, yes ma'am." She signs to Deskyl, who sits and closes her eyes before signing back. "She's ready, yes."

And lo, there is (air-elemental) lightning.  Very tiny lightning, earnestly Jacob's-laddering its way up some not-baryonic-metal wire clearly somewhat hastily stuck to a backplate.

Deskyl sits quietly for a long moment, and then signs for DZ to come and give her her hand. After another long moment she opens her eyes and nods.

    "She says it'll work."

"That's good.  I can leave this with you while I work on something that will hopefully charge faster than you discharge, then, if you'd like?"

    "Thank you, ma'am." DZ takes it and passes it over to Deskyl, who pockets it. "Is this a good time to ask questions?"

"Sure."

"What should we know about this world, if we're going to be living here?"

That...  Seems like it will be rather complicated.

"Probably more than I can remember I need to convey over the course of a single conversation.  It's...This world is different from yours down to the subatomic physics.  There's gnomes over thataway who'd blow the whole idea of technological development off the charts if they weren't also culturally utterly bemused to the idea of replicability."  She would compare them to Sparks, but these two wouldn't get the reference.  "The planet's kind of alive, in the way the local analogue to the Force would count.  I don't know if anyone's checked for a proper soul, but come to think of it I probably should when I have the time -- oh, no, that would just get confused by the rocks.  ...There are multiple things trying to bind the universe together, for that matter.  Most of the non-aspected Force techniques seem to analogize to Spirit magic, and I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of the specifically Dark stuff - lightning aside, depending on how that works - comes out as its equal-and-opposite counterpart in Decay magic - which, despite the name, does things that aren't related to the physical process of entropy.  ...I would be very careful if you reach for the Light Side for any reason, because you might get our very own Light-flavored cognitohazard instead - one that, ironically enough, requires a Sithlike strength of will to use without losing yourself."

"I'm sure there's more I'll think of five seconds after I decide I'm done, but that should be more than enough to start.

"...I have no idea why the Force is working except that you brought it with you?"

"...Oh.  And the politics.  Villarosa, which you landed in, is an elective monarchy - albeit one that sprouted a tangle of unequal votes when I wasn't looking, so it's got a sizeable power bloc in its mages.  Our chief exports are food and adventurers, in that order, because there's enough random bullshit that pops up in this world that even if we had a unified planet we'd still need to keep people around to hit things, and we have a disproportionate throw weight of big names in the field of Solving Adventurer Problems, despite not being nearly as militarized as our closest comparison gets.  I would say we also export enchanted goods except that a) that's mostly the alchemical market, which doesn't count because it's exploiting pre-existing magical properties, and b) we do not outcompete the dwarfholds by any stretch when it comes to industry.  Our enchanters mostly do custom work, or maintenance.  Kind of like the difference between operating a blaster factory and knowing how to make a lightsaber."

Deskyl makes a rather impressively incredulous face when DZ translates the part about the cognitohazard.

    "She says she can tell that your physics are different, and it affects how she uses the Force, but it's not hard to compensate for. She'd like to know more about the cognitohazard."

"You know how the Jedi are all... oneness-with-the-Force-y?  The Light is a bit more - pushy - about wanting that, when someone tries to channel it."

Yeah okay she shouldn't touch that even a little bit anytime soon, good to know.

What else, what else...

    "Do you have any thoughts on what master Deskyl might want to do with herself once she's recovered?"

She blinks.

"...No?  I don't - know her, as a person, well enough to have recommendations."

    "Yes ma'am."

    "Master Deskyl would like to get something to eat before she goes back to sleep, do you have a dining hall we can use or should I ask the kitchen to have something brought here?"

"There's places she could eat, but they're behind the wards, if that might be a problem."

"I don't expect it to be, ma'am, we're mostly worried about her waking disoriented and not understanding what they are."

"Ah.  In that case, we should be fine."

She pulls out her comm and starts tapping away at it at speed.

"Any dietary restrictions?"

"I'd prefer you not serve her anything that's poisonous to humans, please."