He watched her quietly, soaking in the information like a sponge. A tall sponge. ...With silver hair and a Mommy complex.

Really, though, this little thing was capable of such communication? That was fascinating, and he looked down at his own "thing" with childish curiousity, flipping it open and attempting to mimic her actions. This all eventually led to a soft giggle escaping him, and he began to feel somewhat proud of this newfound knowledge.

Now, what was it people said when they were grateful for something? While he never really felt any need to say it before, this girl had offered him quite a bit of help, and had pretty much handed him all the information he needed to contact his brothers.

"Thank you," he said after a moment of silence.