"Pleasure to meet you, miks Brycan," there's a question at the end of the title; Eva's trying at least, to remain on the right foot here, even if it sounds so wrong not to add a '-san' after the name.

Like she's being disrespectful somehow, but. Otherworld,s not hers, and these people deserve answers as to what os going on.

"Right. You'll want proof I'm friends with him first, yea? Roro, if you please." The Rotomi zips up from her pocket to hover at her shoulder, screen already displaying the folder Devero's photos had been sorted into. "Tech from my world; Devero-san thought it an Interface at first. Keep it within a metre of me, otherwise it cuts out."