"Well, Charcoal has all manner of uses in my line of work." He said with a confident grin, though within his mind he was calling himself a moron for steering the conversation into the way of burnt carbon-based materials.
"Has she considered using the aetheric energy to heat up spome sort of conductor, like metal?" His mind violently grasped at what little knowledge he had at experimental weaponry.
Patrick emerged from his chambers the next morning, his lean muscular torso exposed as he walked casually to the document machine, his pants loosely hanging from his waist as he had forgotten to put on his belt. He quickly read over the document and sent a reply.
Dear Dreyfuss,
Thank you for telling me about miss Esmerelda, I look foreward to meeting this young woman, as she sounds to be the perfect addition to our little academic family. Her independant nature shall be no problem here, as we pride ourselves in our lenience balanced perfectly with our disciplinary measures.
As for your visions, those touched by technomancy are touched by a force older than man, what you are witnessing may be recurred memories of bright ones or makers, those who posessed the white fire before you. I am entirely sure it is nothing to worry about, though I would suggest you document your visions and send them to me post-haste.
sincerely,
Professer Patrick O'Landry
"I got you something to help keep you occupied on the trip so you aren't completely bored out of your head" Cain said with a grin, reaching into his satchel and producing a thick stack of white paper and a wooden case. "It's an art kit, so you can work on your drawings! You're very good, and I'd love to see more, i think the whole crew might." He placed a kiss on her forehead.