"...Yeah, that is probably a good idea."

She makes a note of that too. "Do you require any unusual resources or upkeep?"

"I don't need anything but a steady supply of coffee would be nice."

"We've got that in spades," Roxbury remarks. "Any objections to remaining on the premises in designated areas until, at minimum, we've got a way to hide your wings, barring emergencies in which case you'd have a USADI escort?"

"They roll up without more than a little discomfort if that'd help. But no, no objections."

"Enough that you could get them under a long coat?" inquires Roxbury.

"Probably. Might look a little hunchbacked, and this coat's not designed for it."

"Is there anything else we would like to know about you, your plans, or your powers?"

"I'd like to learn magic if that is not blatantly obviously a terrible idea. And I should probably make a list of the kinds of tech I can give access to. Other than that, I can't think of anything."

"Magic is addictive, difficult, and dangerous," Roxbury says. "As long as you're the only fairy I don't want you compromised with it. I'd like to see a list of technology as soon as you can produce one. Swan will show you to a room and fetch you whatever you need." She disassembles the materials of her spell.

"I did not expect today to turn out like this."

"Me either. So I should get you coffee and lunch, I guess, and what was it you needed for the lights?"

"I'm not familiar enough with the tech level yet, so I guess please list a bunch of tools and whatever electronic parts you've heard of. I'll probably need to build a few tools before I can get an emitter mill working."

"...uh, I don't know where to actually find you an arc welder or a circuit board or a transformer or anything, but those are things I've heard of?"

"Sorry if this is outside your expertise. Could I just - name things, and see if they sound like they exist here? At least until I can get onto the internet."

"I can get you an ethernet cable but that probably won't be compatible with your device. Yeah, go ahead and name things."

"Sure." She shows him to a row of holding cells, all currently empty, and opens one up and props it open. It's not particularly oppressive as cells go. Roomy, contains a bench and a table built into the wall. No window and the light all comes in through the glass from the hall. There are scratch marks on the floor.

"Those marks from a vampire?"

"Nah, something else, vampires don't so much with the claws. Anything I should know about when lunching you?"

"I like meat, preferably not fried, but beggars aren't choosers... Sorry I got you recruited. It was clearly the best course of action, but it still metaphorically bites."

"It went better than I expected, actually, she said 'and you still have to go to school' and I was like 'ugh' and she was like 'is the problem that it's boring or that you don't like educating yourself' and I said 'first thing, what, can I just do college courses instead' so now I'm doing that. I haven't told my parents yet though."

"Well. Good luck, if it's relevant, I don't know about parents."

"Fairies don't have 'em?"

"Nope, we just start existing in adult shape with, hm, basic skills like recognizing things and eating and moving hardcoded."