"As long as I'm not going to damage it," Barcus is delicate when he reaches out, testing the feel of the projection, then running a fingertip along the edge of the disk.

"I have so many questions they're all running into one another," he says with a laugh, and his hand drops to rest on Verso's forearm, with a warm, excited squeeze that he doesn't even realize he's giving him. "I'm afraid if you let me get started you're going to find out exactly how precise and pedantic a gnome can be when sharing information."

"We should probably have something to eat and drink while we talk it over, assuming you're willing to indulge me."