"I haven't found out how," he admits. A beat later, he sits down next to her, perfectly comfortable taking a seat and leaning over to peer at her own device. It's not something he can find a use for on the spot, but maybe one day he'll need to send a message without making it known who it's from. Best to just learn how to do it now, right?

He pulls out his own device to compare it to Heather's. Like Konoe's, it's been mangled by kitty-claws. That's just par for the course when you're a Ribika, and he seems less bothered by it than Konoe.

"It's probably safer," he agrees. Not to do it all the time, but just to have the know-how in case it's needed.