Now, Mary wasn't quite sure what she was expecting Solveig to show them, but she hadn't quite anticipated a phone being the little device that they needed help with. Regardless, she listened close with her hands folded together in her lap, unable to help the small smile that was slowly spreading beginning at the corners of her lips. "Oh, petal, the phone isnae singin' to ye," she finally began after it rung, trying to conceal her mild amusement. They seemed very stumped by it, and she couldn't quite blame them, especially because of the fact that where they hailed from was quite torn on the use of technology. "Yer gettin' a message!" Removing one of her gloves, she carefully swiped through the notifications to show them what she was talking about, glancing up towards them from where she sat. "It looks like you've got a few missed calls in here also. If ye wish to respond, just click on the message and it'll give ye a little keyboard to type with! When ye get a call, you can press the green button to pick it up, or the red one to hang it up." She picked the phone up and handed it back to them, a rather endearing smile sitting upon her lips. The other Legends might've giggled and shooed them off, but she took the time to instruct them through it, even if it did seem a little silly. "Told ye it wouldnae be a problem!"
@wieldingsingularity ╱ at first they paused in response , a little bit nervous in asking the doctor for help considering they could always ask bloodhound. though , they would probably fight off prowlers than ask bloodhound for help in something technological .. like a grandma who doesn't know how to use a phone. " well , you see. bloodhound had gifted me this device to use to keep in contact with them and other legends if i wished. though i cant seem to figure out why it is singing to me? " solveig pulls out the phone from their pocket , placing it on the table as if it was a scientific specimen. an utterly confused look on their face as the phone rings again , an incoming message from bloodhound.
Oh, dinnae be sorry! Shouldnae be a problem at all. Besides, I've been workin' on this for quite some time, so it's probably best I take a short break. *Mary set down the pen and closed the notebook that housed drawn-out plans for a potential fix to a problem she had, setting it aside on the desk. She then tugged a stool over to give them somewhere to sit, patting it to encourage them to sit.* Show me the device 'n' tell me the problem, and I should be able to help out!