Devero's turn to parse, lips pursed as he considers what he's just been told. "I just don't understand how this thing can operate without onboard computers," he says finally, a little helplessly. And he just means this thing as a vehicle in general, never mind the whole voidcraft aspect. He's not really aware of yet.

"Three, then," he corrects himself. "Maybe. What a nightmare." He presses a hand over his eyes for a moment, then lowers it and looks at the other guy. "I'm Devero," he says, and flicks his hand in the gesture that transmits his public cookie-- his introduction, so to speak-- to the stranger's...

Interface. Right. No one here seems to have one.

The screen in front of his left eye lights up briefly red in an error alert; he curls his fingers and draws his hand up to his chest. "Hn. He/him. Thanks for the info, even though it's terrible."