She eased up onto the far corner, expression of 'none would believe my virtue after this' very clear for a moment, swiftly followed by the tired sorrow of 'who was there left to care?'. Ah, but that was not here nor now was it?

"It is...a communication of sorts? Like unto speaking mirrors from tales, or the 'radios' the Kolder had in their machines?" It seemed as good a similie as might be achieved currently?

Oh...dear. There were some rather impractical designs in thus world weren't there?