[He moseys over to look--really just look!--at the knickknacks and sundry, hands clasped and visible behind his back. It's definitely on purpose, given Therion's cloak. He promised he'd keep them in sight, after all.

Is there a theme or anything to her decor? ...Does anything look expensive? He's not actively looking to swipe anything, it's just the kind of thing he'd notice.]

So, what are you allowed to talk about? Nothing about the experiment we can't figure out ourselves, obviously.

[As he peruses her shelves, he fiddles idly with the shackle around his wrist, maybe shifting it a little from sore areas.]

Mira seemed to think you'd be able to tell me more about some of the... technology that runs this place.