"Ahah, that, my dear, is quite the point." spoken as he leaves his focus wholly on whatever it is he's taking in, clearly committing himself to taking internal notes without pretense or poise— and then, after a moment or two, he pulls back with an easy smile, gesturing for her to take back the device as she likes.

"There's a kind of power in knowing who is consorting with whom, and at what hour. Better still if we ever need a favor, or an appeal, or a little local support."

He steps away, lounging instead across an abandoned crate, languid.

"But I've quite finished for now. Map all the spots you like."