[The bright curve of his smile remains, and for the moment there's something so expected and familiar in all this that it pushes all the convolutions aside - the convolutions of this place, the convolutions between him and Asra - turns them to small and quiet things.]

I'll say. I've wanted nothing more than something strong and nefarious since the moment I arrived. But all right, hold on...

[And he endeavours to copy what Asra just showed him, albeit with rather more muttering and mistakes made, wrong letters knocked and typing slow. It's quite different from simply writing things out after all...and even then his handwriting is largely illegible.

He gets there in the end though, and the message comes through moments later. 'Thanks for helping me out with all this. I really do owe you a drink or three, once I'm able to do so.']

There, I think it worked.

[Because thanking Asra this way, it seems rather easier than to say it aloud.]