[Since Nate only gets particular about very specific details, he at least figures that his intrusive responses are marginally more forgivable than they would be if he tried to pretend he knew everything about everything. He's confident, but he's not a total asshole.]

Kind of depends on what else we run into out here. Thing is, they- they look similar to the writings I saw in the library back when...you know, we had a library. But they're not totally the same, so it might be an older dialect, or something that evolved into a more contemporary one-

[He's pacing now, nervous energy manifesting even in the mindscape, not entirely answering her question. After a beat Nate stops, moving back to Caedra's shard and crouching in front of it. Brow furrowed he rubs his (dream?)hand over the scratches, and at least they can't fuck with his head here. No whispers, no uncomfortable emotional pull.

He looks up at her.]

Can you take a photo of this thing and send it to me?