Most of that explanation - sorcerers and the like - she dumps by the proverbial wayside. But energy she understands. It almost sounds like a concentrated brand of eezo and that much is familiar that once she has something to compare it to, it becomes a non-issue. Shepard's not really one to get too into the logistics of science beyond what's required of her on the field, so the explanation satisfies.
"Here--" She reaches out, abruptly taking the comm from him. She powers it up with a touch, tipping the screen to him so he can follow along as she navigates through the minimal menu systems. "This is your connection to the ship's comm net. You'll get alerts, messages to sort through - that kind of thing. There's also some local files you should probably read like Ianto's guide to the ship."
Bright eyes narrow, memorizing the motions, watching the swift, easy movements of Shepard's fingers across the screen. "I see..." Well, he didn't really understand, but he would figure it out. "And Ianto... Another passenger?" He gestures vaguely at the ship, and reaches out, indicating he's ready for the comm unit again. "Or prisoner." The wry lightness disappears from his voice, and a flash of something new is visible momentarily in his eyes. "I assume, given the lack of information you've offered about this place, you don't know much more than I do?" Which was almost nothing, really.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
"Here--" She reaches out, abruptly taking the comm from him. She powers it up with a touch, tipping the screen to him so he can follow along as she navigates through the minimal menu systems. "This is your connection to the ship's comm net. You'll get alerts, messages to sort through - that kind of thing. There's also some local files you should probably read like Ianto's guide to the ship."
no subject