The Admin, huh. Cal frowns, not sure whether it's just that the person in charge is only known by title, or about what more Sabriel says of the person. "...how do we even know if this Admin is real then? And what do you mean by...binding?"

With the introduction of the strange communications device, Cal starts to pat around his own pockets and belt pouches before he pulls out another phone, frown resurfacing. "Yeah, that's not creepy or anything," he mutters. It doesn't look like any communicator he's used to, but he supposes he'll have enough time to fiddle with it. He sets it down so BD-1 can scan it as the little one is apt to do, the padawan's attention shifting towards the kettle as Sabriel goes to prepare their tea.

"Thank you," he says as he takes the mug, wrapping his hands around it to soak up the warmth. "This is fine."