"And your world, is it young?" Malekith commits these details to memory and observes her curiosity over the sliver of history he's revealed. It was not often he could speak of such matters. There hasn't been new life brought amongst the Svartalfer in some time. No people to pass on their knowledge to; their history. The truth, not twisted by the light of those who claimed their own righteousness.

The sharp beeping stops after it's been powered on but a low hum continues quietly while it runs. His mask hides the upward curve on the dark elf's lips; just a slight marking of amusement when she jumped and murmured just to regain her foot. Head tipping upward, he watched her investigate before proposing her findings.

"You are close," a hand unfolded for the object to be returned. His thumb moved over the screen before pressing against a button, language, language, here are measurements he recognizes. "It helps in measuring electric fields." He mentions, in case its necessary, a few examples where such a tool may be useful.