[ jacopo's lips purse into a thin line, his brows knitting with thought. ]

Of course. [ and then it quirks back up into a small smile. ] Tch. As if I'd cry...with technology of this caliber, I'm certain you could put anything back together.

[ jacopo eyes the device yet again. there's a click — and then another, before his eyes narrow and focuses intently on its screen.

( idk how to fix this visual so like. i guess the hand he's using to hold her hand is the one with the watch on it. and he's quite literally lifting her hand with his to do this fuckshit. sorry to whichever unfortunate soul is reading this. )

fingers sweep across the keyboard. a series of taps follows suit. and then suddenly, she'll receive a message... ]

hello? can you read this?

Not bad. [ a smirk. his grip on her hand has yet to lighten. ] It sent the message to everyone here, I believe...huh. To be able to communicate with a group's worth of individuals at once...to say I'm impressed is an understatement.

[ naturally, his features return to morgana, whence they belong. here they are— ]

The mess hall. Are you ready?