He points to his sack discretely set aside by the wall with a pamphlet on top of it and his ticket underneath. "I read one, before I came here, and I, ah, seem to have thoroughly misunderstood it's information."

Faux then considers Lea's offer. He really doesn't want to be more of a bother to the user than he has already. Though he admits, that gathering the same information would be a far slower and clunkier process in this system, filled with the same foreign terms scattered within his understanding could trip on. He's not sure his circuits could take another misinterpretation of this magnitude so soon after.

With a nod, he resigns himself to the offer. "An explanation should suffice, thanks."