The interface she's looking down at is vaguely like those on more standard desktops. "Holding it as suspicious makes sense. It's unfortunate that most of the records they claim to have," she said, tapping on buttons and blinking in surprise as one brings up a messageboard. "Happen to be mostly electronic in the library. Huh."

She tilts the tablet toward Balder, flicking her finger over the screen to scroll down frozen images of faces, words, and telephone icons. "Trust it or not, people seem to be using this to communicate."

Odd, but she's not finding any internet icon. Only this board, and a means to post to it.