[ Arid takes the device from him and begins to tap at its screen. But it is not physical directions she is inputting. If the human is able to observe at all, he will see her navigating to what seems to be a game featuring colorful pixel graphics of flowers and trees. A few swipes of Arid's finger dismisses the whimsical facade, revealing pages of carefully categorized data. She passes the Fluid back to him ]

This database collates information about Deerington's history, inhabitants, and threats, [ she says tersely. ] There is no data on the town I can provide that it does not already contain.

[ And then, deciding for him: ] That will be sufficient.