"Mm." The answer satisfies him well enough. It's just curiosity, really, since the reality is they don't have the time or resources to devote much to the tablets right now when every person awake is busy with defense in one way or another - even the two of them, in a way, by resting up until they go back out, and meanwhile staying ready should any of the spirits manage to make their way inside.
The mystery does make him think to do something he hadn't earlier, and so he withdraws his own tablet from an inner coat pocket and pages through to that strange image, then saves a copy of it. Just in case it somehow changes or vanishes from the network before Will or Day get a chance to have a look at it. That's certainly one of his own favorite things about this technology - the ease with which backups can be made and distributed. Sure could've come in handy not all that long ago.
"And now we wait," he sighs. Wait for Robin, wait for the people around them to wake up and for the spirits to stop their attacks. All things that may never come. In his mind, he's already trying to come up with alternatives - perhaps they should work on digging a basement, somewhere sturdy to retreat to without windows where they can hole up and fend off the spirits in the bottleneck. Of course, if the spirits are clever enough, they would simply flood the room. They don't seem capable of complex strategy, but their variation makes them unpredictable. Cigarette in hand, he stares out at the room and its makeshift defenses, then faces Cao Pi. "If any of us survive this, we need to get serious about emergency plans in this town."
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The mystery does make him think to do something he hadn't earlier, and so he withdraws his own tablet from an inner coat pocket and pages through to that strange image, then saves a copy of it. Just in case it somehow changes or vanishes from the network before Will or Day get a chance to have a look at it. That's certainly one of his own favorite things about this technology - the ease with which backups can be made and distributed. Sure could've come in handy not all that long ago.
"And now we wait," he sighs. Wait for Robin, wait for the people around them to wake up and for the spirits to stop their attacks. All things that may never come. In his mind, he's already trying to come up with alternatives - perhaps they should work on digging a basement, somewhere sturdy to retreat to without windows where they can hole up and fend off the spirits in the bottleneck. Of course, if the spirits are clever enough, they would simply flood the room. They don't seem capable of complex strategy, but their variation makes them unpredictable. Cigarette in hand, he stares out at the room and its makeshift defenses, then faces Cao Pi. "If any of us survive this, we need to get serious about emergency plans in this town."