He'll be there as well, a little early as he'd come to set up the two laptops: one for her, and one for him. She might be able to assume that one of them is meant for her to keep as he's carefully painted the back as such.
But he gestures to the seat as he moves to take his own.
Ooh, she's pleased with that. She gives it a look-over, and though she's not the sort to gush, she doesn't hide her satisfaction, either. She has a small pouch with her, and after sitting down, she pulls out a pad of paper, a calligraphy brush, and an inkwell.
"I doubt I'll be able to read the writing on the keys, so I'll be taking translation notes for myself."
He smiles when he picks up the satisfaction, pretty damn satisfied himself. He takes note of the calligraphy brush and the inkwell and seems to consider that for a moment.
"Remind me to make you a brush pen."
He had enough ink to offer to her; he's always preferred a proper fountain pen, after all.
"Now..." and he settles back into his chair, "here's my question for you, which will determine the... order. In which we take this. The focus."
He puts his hands on the keys of his own laptop.
"I can show you the user side of this. The things you can use it for, the utility it can provide." He pulls his fingers back, running the edge of one against the edge of the screen, "Or we can focus on the computer as a tool itself, it's ins and outs, construction and functionality. Which... would you prefer?"
"I'd try one out," she concedes, though she's perfectly happy to continue using her brush. Still, the fact that she's not immediately dismissing the idea is actually something of a compliment.
"I'm more interested in its utility, though I would like to know how to fix it if it breaks."
"Which is why I'm going to make you one," he says matter-of-factly. He didn't say she had to use it. But she might like it. And he takes it as the compliment that it is.
To her answer, he nods, and points to the little button on the top with the small indent. He'll push his own and show the little green light.
"That's the power button. You push that to turn it on... or off."
If there's any sort of symbol on the power button, she draws an approximation of it on her paper, then writes something next to it in what looks like Chinese.
Just the standard. He hadn't gone so far as to customize that, though he'd considered it.
He points to the screen.
"It's called 'booting up', what it's doing now. The machine's getting started and it takes a minute or so to get everything running. Specifically, it's starting what's called an 'operating system'."
He taps the side.
"I got you one of the more user-friendly ones. But... I also picked up copies of others, if you don't like this one."
At which point he'll start walking her through the set up of her username, password, settings, etc, explaining each piece.
The username causes a moment of hesitation (she has no idea how to go about writing her own name in this bizarre, clearly elementary writing system, but she'll ask for him to write down the letters that spell out Fire Nation), as does the password (here she just picks a few letters at random, which she memorizes the shapes of). As for everything else, she's a good student: she pays close attention, asks relevant questions, and takes notes throughout the entire process.
"I look forward to the day my country develops the technology to allow us to make machines like this," she comments, when the tutorial is winding down. "The possibilities really do seem limitless."
"That they are," he has to agree. "In my own world, I worked for a technology firm. And the things they could do would probably make your head spin. Like, for instance..."
"No," he agrees with that, smiling, "not too much. Makes a lot more sense, for one. And generally doesn't have the dead walking around on it. No 'Admiral's out there either."
But he nods to the question.
"Airplanes and massive ships and buildings tall enough to make your head spin."
"Effectively," he admits, "but... it can't overcome the knowledge that it's a construct. I should have brought you to see some while we were in Hawaii. Plenty of things to see there."
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I'm sure we can find one of the study rooms.
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Yes, that can be arranged. Two hours after dinner, in the library.
[And when the time arrives, she'll be there, perfectly punctual.]
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But he gestures to the seat as he moves to take his own.
"Get seated and we'll figure out our game plan."
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"I doubt I'll be able to read the writing on the keys, so I'll be taking translation notes for myself."
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"Remind me to make you a brush pen."
He had enough ink to offer to her; he's always preferred a proper fountain pen, after all.
"Now..." and he settles back into his chair, "here's my question for you, which will determine the... order. In which we take this. The focus."
He puts his hands on the keys of his own laptop.
"I can show you the user side of this. The things you can use it for, the utility it can provide." He pulls his fingers back, running the edge of one against the edge of the screen, "Or we can focus on the computer as a tool itself, it's ins and outs, construction and functionality. Which... would you prefer?"
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"I'm more interested in its utility, though I would like to know how to fix it if it breaks."
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To her answer, he nods, and points to the little button on the top with the small indent. He'll push his own and show the little green light.
"That's the power button. You push that to turn it on... or off."
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"All right. What next?"
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He points to the screen.
"It's called 'booting up', what it's doing now. The machine's getting started and it takes a minute or so to get everything running. Specifically, it's starting what's called an 'operating system'."
He taps the side.
"I got you one of the more user-friendly ones. But... I also picked up copies of others, if you don't like this one."
At which point he'll start walking her through the set up of her username, password, settings, etc, explaining each piece.
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"I look forward to the day my country develops the technology to allow us to make machines like this," she comments, when the tutorial is winding down. "The possibilities really do seem limitless."
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He gestures around them.
"We made ships not too different from this one."
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But he nods to the question.
"Airplanes and massive ships and buildings tall enough to make your head spin."
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But he'd been grabbing supplies, primarily.
"Something for next port."