Huzzah! 

There's some confusion as things get broken up and packed out again. Several people insist on thanking him, not that he can understand.

The blue shirt people have prepared another image sequence.

Lizards regenrating, lizard bodies and captives being examined by the weird devices. Night day night day dot dot dot... Eventually, the scientists have a blue liquid. There are some before and after photos of using it to heal wounds. And then again, his holy symbol being poked by the devices.

...headshake?? That is not how that works, you can't do alchemy to holy symbols.

Dubious and considering faces all around. They can't exactly do forced experimentation on a human someone who's not even an enemy combatant...

He's gonna see if he can convey via pictures that he will be able to talk to them tomorrow.

Huh.

...They'll take this at face value. Some kind of psionic ability, but he needs to sleep first?

The next sketched pictures include Blai coming with the silver and white armor contingent on big helicopters, flying to a secret base somewhere, to eat and sleep.

Sure sounds fine. For a value of fine that includes spending the whole trip afraid of heights but that's still fine.

Okay then! They try to indicate that it will be an hour or two. One of the blueshirts will sit near him and continue trying to work out the start of a shared dictionary in the meantime.

There is really no point to that because he will have magic for it in the morning and also that kind of construct is loud. He can like, introduce himself.

Oh, no, the choppers aren't even here yet. This is sitting on metal folding chairs on the outskirts of a field hospital and he's going to keep trying unless he gets a very unambiguous 'no really stop' vibe.

Then he can attempt to teach whatever this language is to a patiently unenthusiastic cleric.

And eventually the helicopter arrives, and he can share it with a bunch of mixed silver armor troopers, blueshirts, and sealed crates.

It's actually two and a half hours. There aren't any windows. Someone passes around a box of chocolates and bottles of water a little bit into the flight.

And then they can all disembark in a huge underground hangar full of more Mystery Objects. Concrete walls, beefy metal doors, armed guards. Lots of busy people doing a bunch of mystery tasks with mystery objects.

He is escorted through the hallways and through a spartan barracks and to an officer's quarter, which has the bed, a private bathroom, a tiny desk, and that's it. Oh, and they can bring him food if he wants.

He'll decline the water, he can make his own to rinse his mouth out after he throws up! He can also make more water when they take him to the quarters and then gesture at the food: he can make that too, where's good.

The water conjuring sparks a bunch of extra conversation!

...They want to make it clear that they're going to do Science Things to the food, not eat it, but if that's okay they'll take him to the lab section.

Well he's going to want some of it but if they want to do Science Things to the rest that's their business. This'll be ten minutes chanting.

They want to do Science Things to it, indeed.

...He could have base food anyway, if he wants? An aluminum tray with portions of stuff on it? Up to him.

If they try to insist he will take their food instead of his pies but like he is pretty sure there's enough food there for whatever they want to do with it without a couple pies.

They will take the base food away and not insist on having his pies. And start doing science things to them. And show him back to the officer's bunk. (This whole base has a sort of weary, frantic energy to it.)

He will sit in the provided quarters and eat pie! With a little of the rock salt from his pack shaved onto it.

They won't bother him overnight. There are muffled sounds of activity from elsewhere in the base, though.

To be expected.

He has no idea when dawn is going to be so he might as well catch what might wind up being a brief nap. When he's eaten his pie he takes off his armor and goes to sleep.

Dawn is going to be...... Much later, actually. About 14 hours later, to be exact.

In that case he will wake up and not have new spells yet. Hopefully they're not too impatient, his drawings did specifically reference the sun.

They do ask, (and also attempt to ask if he wants things) but don't seem too impatient when the answer is 'not yet'. (There was a soldier standing by his room's door. It's ambiguous if he's meant as a guide or a guard.)

Perfectly reasonable in either case. He didn't finish his apple pie last night and has it for breakfast.

Does he want to hang out in this little lounge? It contains troopers playing cards and more troopers with popcorn and beer watching Top Gun.

Either way, soon enough dawn does come.