Probably a good thing she's decided not to touch it. Jake doesn't even know what his central nervous system would make of that. He lets go of the braid after she's had a good look, letting it fall back into its usual position behind his back. "Yeah, I mean... it's not like it's words, exactly? Well, on my end it is. It's more like... emotions, images, scents and sounds. Memories that ain't mine." He struggles to describe Her, words failing him in both languages he speaks these days. "When I went to tell Her what was at stake, before the battle, She didn't answer me right then. She's not supposed to take sides, or do anything to unbalance nature and all that. But the RDA ain't natural, and I guess She decided I had a point, 'cuz halfway through the battle She sent us reinforcements in the form of every big badass critter in the forest."

All right, call him curious. Jake's never seen a little robot like this one - Ghost? - and he raises both eyebrows when it (he?) asks that question. "Uh... what kinda scan are we talking?"