"Later," Devero agrees. He's interested-- he's always interested in tech, even if there's a ghost in her machine-- but his brain has been stretched to the breaking point already today.

"Given the state of things around here, I'm realizing that beggars can't be choosers," he grumbles. "If I have to include a printer in my network, I'll take it." His voice is wry by the end; he may or may not be completely serious about that.

He eyes Roro where it hovers at her shoulder, then looks back to here. "Is Lele another-- what did you call it, a Rotomi?"