"You don't mean that." Devero is so startled by that assertion that he actually stops digging through his pack for a moment so he can stare up at this baffling kid. He watches his face for a moment, then rocks back on his heels. "Rust and ruin, you do mean that. How is that possible?"

With renewed urgency, he returns to pawing through his rucksack, disarraying all the neatly packed things inside. It's not until he's almost shoulder-deep in the bag that his fingertips brush a smooth, cool polymer surface. He seizes the item and pulls it out with a whoop.

The device he has in his hand, visible for just a moment, looks really unremarkable. Honestly, it just appears to be a small smartphone with a bright red exterior, slightly tapering to one end, with a really wide bezel around the screen. "Thank the virtues," he breathes, cupping it in both hands.