Thankfully that's a subject change, because Trailcutter wouldn't know the first thing about magical hand speak. Although, with her drastic tug of his arm, he nearly topples forward. But thankfully with being sober comes quicker reflexes, and his magnawheels instantly activate to keep him grounded.

Flattening Nautica like a pancake was not on his to-do list.

"Ah!! Well...it's not much."

He didn't want her to get her hopes up. Because...well, she'd probably be disappointed. He couldn't find much in the wreckage, but he'd certainly looked. And when he reaches into his plating just under his windshield chest...

He pulls out a little miniature pocket dictionary datapad. The screen was slightly cracked, and it was the same size as a regular pocket dictionary in proportion.

"You like reading and...well, this was the most-intact one I could find."