“I… don’t think my language has words for whatever you keep trying to tell me…” James said, her heart still racing. “It sounds like you keep saying magic. My computation surface is an electrical device. A computer, one of the many things my people want yours to have, if they want. You saw what my species looks like. What I used to look like.” A tiny lie, but she didn’t want to get into it now. It was close enough to the truth. 