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[stickyfingers]

[The video startup seems pretty normal at first, until you realise that a certain freckled ginger isn't actually paying any attention whatsoever to the camera. He's sitting on one of the saloon beds, taking inventory of... snacks. Cookies, candies, fruit--even little wrapped bars of chocolate. He's talking to himself about something about 'not having enough for such a long trip', and it's only then that he realises that his bracelet is flashing with some... sort of irritating light.

He frowns, a look on his face that's pretty offended as he moves to put a hand down over it, and the video cuts off for a second, only for the screen to flip instead, to text.
Were ALASTAIR's clever little (magic?) bracelets not programmed with a thought-to-text function, it might be alright, but of course--Gaius has pretty poor luck, so instead:]

Just what I need in my life, weird gods-be-damned enchanted jewelry making eyes at me when I'm in the middle of something important.

[Someone really has no idea how these things work, being from the dark ages is utter bullshit with all this new tech.]

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[stickyfingers]

Not exactly being the most subtle dastard right now, are you.

Go ahead, take your potshots at me over a letter.

You're from one of those fancy high-tech worlds, aren't you.

[paintjobs]

I'm high-tech even in my own world. We figured out thought-based communication a few millennia ago, while humans still think a world-wide network is a novelty.

[stickyfingers]

...Holy Naga alive, you're serious, aren't you?

'Humans,' huh. So what are you, a manakete?

[paintjobs]

I'm always serious when it comes to [ smack talking humans ] technology. And no, Cybertronian. We're a little more advanced.

[stickyfingers]

[Smack talking humans, god.]

A little more advanced, huh. Do you have magic encoding devices on your arms or something. [Seriously, he cannot begin to imagine how a person can be more advanced than humans, other than being literal dragons like the manakete are.]

[paintjobs]

Not quite. They're internal, and they're not magic.

[stickyfingers]

...

[Yeah. The big robot man just completely confused Gaius. He looks completely baffled--not that Knock Out is going to notice it with the audio file and all--but he's really trying to work out what the hell that means.]

Down and out.

You've lost me, bud.

[paintjobs]

Don't worry about it. If the jewelry by itself confuses you, an explanation isn't likely to help.

[stickyfingers]

Hey now, back right up there.

Being ignorant doesn't make a guy Stupid.

Just uninformed. [Clearly a nerve is hit here.]

[paintjobs]

You said it first. [ all he did was imply. totally different. ]

[stickyfingers]

Oi, don't think I can't see what you're doin' here.

Don't act all smug just because you're some sort of--advanced alien.

[paintjobs]

I have no idea what you're talking about. I just didn't want to confuse you with advanced concepts. Saving us all a little time.