He simply nodded to that, knowing that Fenris wasn't one for over
sentimentality, but it was a touching moment, and one he was grateful for
after their earlier tension. He took the journal back and turned it,
fiddling with a series of buttons and then held it out to Fenris.
"Just press your thumb to the pad and wait for it to beep. That will mean
it's now coded to your thumb print and any time you want to open it, you
just press it to the lock," he instructed. "It's a biological signature. No
one else will be able to open it either, like I said."
He recognised the technology, to an extent. His time in Exsilium was, thankfully, educational in that matter. He knew he should be glad for it. It made the transition to the Fleet easier than those he shared his home world with.
"Hm. Clever."
He'll do as asked, pressing his thumb to it. Beep boop. He now has a personal journal. You're the best, Kirk.
"Well, unless you need help with anything else, I'll leave you to
yourself," he declared, taking up his cup of coffee and leaving Fenris his
to finish in his own time.
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"I would appreciate that, thank you. For both the help and the pen."
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He simply nodded to that, knowing that Fenris wasn't one for over sentimentality, but it was a touching moment, and one he was grateful for after their earlier tension. He took the journal back and turned it, fiddling with a series of buttons and then held it out to Fenris.
"Just press your thumb to the pad and wait for it to beep. That will mean it's now coded to your thumb print and any time you want to open it, you just press it to the lock," he instructed. "It's a biological signature. No one else will be able to open it either, like I said."
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"Hm. Clever."
He'll do as asked, pressing his thumb to it. Beep boop. He now has a personal journal. You're the best, Kirk.
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He does try.
"Well, unless you need help with anything else, I'll leave you to yourself," he declared, taking up his cup of coffee and leaving Fenris his to finish in his own time.