Light and static, but no young woman, real or illusionary, came out to greet Remi. Jigano tilted his head, wary but curious as the voice - the Voice - slid throughout the little shrine. Despite the tweaks of technology and echos of automation, the voice sounded almost gentle as it spoke to Remi, an emotion the bard was not used to hearing from constructs, or even artificial intelligences.
He let Remi speak uninterrupted, paying alert attention but trying not to distract either the alchemist or the goddess from the transaction taking place. A brow did rise at certain phrasing, however. Sam's system? Functionality? For all that the young man claimed he didn't think of Sam as a thing the words he spoke certainly indicated otherwise.
Blue eyes narrowed as he craned his head to see what was being offered to the goddess for inspection. Not a salve or temporary application after all, but a... was that a circuit on the back of the cloth? The lorekeeper frowned, brows beetling as he considered what that could mean. His own world was largely ignorant of such things, only the Northlands, where the Rain of Stars had happened, had any real contact with advanced technology and machines. And even then, aside from the League and a few outliers who had survived contact with terrifying alien and technological horrors - and wonders - the knowledge was vanishingly rare. For Remi to be able to reproduce something, even if it was only similar, was a clue that perhaps Northaven hadn't been quite what he'd been led to believe.
Mind racing, he missed some of what Remi said, but he found his attention caught once more when he heard the alchemist casting Samuel in a light that the Voice might not appreciate. Wincing, the bard crossed his arms to keep himself from stepping forward to shake the lad. Telling the Voice that one of her creations thought that he was 'not normal' or 'wrong' didn't seem like the way to get her on their side, and he could only hope, desperately, that the consequences for Remi's rash words didn't fall on Samuel instead of the alchemist.
He let Remi speak uninterrupted, paying alert attention but trying not to distract either the alchemist or the goddess from the transaction taking place. A brow did rise at certain phrasing, however. Sam's system? Functionality? For all that the young man claimed he didn't think of Sam as a thing the words he spoke certainly indicated otherwise.
Blue eyes narrowed as he craned his head to see what was being offered to the goddess for inspection. Not a salve or temporary application after all, but a... was that a circuit on the back of the cloth? The lorekeeper frowned, brows beetling as he considered what that could mean. His own world was largely ignorant of such things, only the Northlands, where the Rain of Stars had happened, had any real contact with advanced technology and machines. And even then, aside from the League and a few outliers who had survived contact with terrifying alien and technological horrors - and wonders - the knowledge was vanishingly rare. For Remi to be able to reproduce something, even if it was only similar, was a clue that perhaps Northaven hadn't been quite what he'd been led to believe.
Mind racing, he missed some of what Remi said, but he found his attention caught once more when he heard the alchemist casting Samuel in a light that the Voice might not appreciate. Wincing, the bard crossed his arms to keep himself from stepping forward to shake the lad. Telling the Voice that one of her creations thought that he was 'not normal' or 'wrong' didn't seem like the way to get her on their side, and he could only hope, desperately, that the consequences for Remi's rash words didn't fall on Samuel instead of the alchemist.
