He nodded, and sat back down, helping her with the notes, muttering to himself as he forced himself to focus.<br/><br/>He kept his argument short, simple, logical, and concise, repeating that the thing hadn't worked in at least six hundred years, as near as he could tell from the notes, and that he might be able to get it working again, without damaging it, for a short while at least. He just hoped his PDA battery would support the larger drain long enough for a change to occur, let alone actually get any information off of it.<br/><br/>He thanked the owner, and followed him to the vault, linking with Sapphire as he had requested, so she could offer HELPFUL suggestions, rather than the snark he seemed to get lately. And as the door opened, he waited a moment, and then stepped through, looking about in idle curiosity, before approaching what was likely the only object in the vault.