Okay, good enough. Her message had sounded... pre-recorded, somewhat. And she hasn't been responding to anything he's said so far, so it's probably not a live connection. Still, it's better than nothing, even if he doesn't have a clue about how it works or what it is.

"Okay," he says, directing his attention more towards the otter. "I'm working on it. Are you safe right now?"

Even as he speaks, though, he's getting underway, as her message sounded pretty damn urgent, and he has to figure out where to get mystery ingredients for whatever plan she has ASAP. A twitch of his fingers beckons Crookshanks to follow. Maybe the cat will be able to help him track down the scale and... Mugwort? Whatever that is.