«I don't like the sound of the Ellimist either,» says Aximili, with about as much humor in his voice as he's able to muster at any one time.

Upon hearing Martha's instructions, Aximili demorphs. Nothing happens in the same order as when he first morphed; the changes are just as erratic as before, though they are equally swift, and the change is done within the span of a minute. «This "tablet" is not human technology,» he remarks as he picks it up in one delicate, many-fingered hand. «I do not recognize the design.» Gratefully, he walks out into the sunlight, his tail cocked and ready in case of trouble, his stalk eyes scanning in every direction. «The architecture here is an amalgamation of many styles,» he notes. «It reminds me of a Skrit Na collection. Skrit Na enjoy gathering artifacts and live specimens from different worlds and putting them on display.»