[jon has some interjections--like, oh his name is elliot or the doors on the buildings in the clock always led to places other than the buildings inside or the technology was made of lightning, not magic--but he holds his tongue and tries to make sense of what she's saying. jon blinks at the fat pigeon, smiles a little, then blinks again at sansa's profile...but he doesn't know what to do with all these files. he grasps feebly with one hand at where they hang in front of him.]
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How do you--how do you click?
[let alone make letters with your mind.]