[Kratos tips his head at Skulduggery. He might not understand much of that sentence, but the tone is incredibly familiar, and it does make him smile. The doctor flits off, her air slightly grumpy despite the limitation on telepathy owing to the many, many open channels in response to the many, many radio signals.

The comms officer is still waiting patiently. Kratos holds out his hand.]

Graphite, please.

[The angel plucks it out of his pocket and hands it over. Kratos opens the book and scrawls the English alphabet, murmuring the sounds to himself as he goes. Then he hands both back to the comms officer.]

Run this through the core system and bring it back to me as soon as possible. What I just wrote is the alphabet, but the book should have all the context we need to start translating one of the primary languages of the planet.

[At least, judging by the bookstore, it is; even if not, the alphabet seemed extremely common. The angel flits off and Kratos turns back to Skulduggery. Without the book at hand, telepathy is going to be the easiest way; luckily, their close proximity means it won't interfere with any of the other open channels.

[The question Kratos sends is something akin to tour while we wait?]