Sabriel doesn't know what an android is. Technology more advanced than what could be found in the nineteen-twenties is something she generally approaches with caution and carefully following the instructions. But a small smile crosses her face as she sees the device break. It probably isn't magic- surely she'd have felt if it was- but he's clearly an imPort who found a way to deal with over enthusiastic natives, so she steps toward him, pointedly ignoring the camera crew.

"Sorry. The locals are... overeager. But they get bored eventually," Sabriel's tone has a restrained friendliness to it- she's never been one for excessive displays, "Unfortunately, they're also not very helpful when it comes to explaining things, as they'd rather ask questions."