[He's distracting the poor person in charge of this thing that the answer comes a beat late—or rather, right when the typewriter dings and the paper scrolls up.
"Oh, right! Here, it's your information... Uh, Cidol...foos? Te-lemon? Sorry, I'm no good at reading names."]
Close enough.
[He's too amused to be bothered. But he'll take the information and hold it out to Benedikta so she can follow along as the staff explains the different fields and the maps to help show them the main stops at the port.
"And if you, miss, type your name on the keys here, you'll get your personalized information."]
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"Oh, right! Here, it's your information... Uh, Cidol...foos? Te-lemon? Sorry, I'm no good at reading names."]
Close enough.
[He's too amused to be bothered. But he'll take the information and hold it out to Benedikta so she can follow along as the staff explains the different fields and the maps to help show them the main stops at the port.
"And if you, miss, type your name on the keys here, you'll get your personalized information."]