A mage's place in life is to learn - learn magic, learn of magical reagents, learn of magical creatures and places and spirits, of the mundane things magic reshapes. Katherine has nothing but respect for the open fascination the elf has shown so far, the curiosity rather than superstitious suspicion. And she has to admit, she's intrigued by the entire situation. How was it he arrived without knowing about his device? He had to have pressed the transport button, hadn't he?

She types quickly, having learned her device generally knows what she's aiming for when her finger hits the wrong place on the screen. Somehow. What a smart machine. She hoped there wasn't a soul trapped in there like the tiniest golem in existence, watching her words and correcting them...

I was wondering how it was possible that you arrived unharmed but with signs of wounds and burns. I'd intended to heal you until you showed me you weren't hurt.

"For that matter," she adds aloud, "how did you arrive without knowing about your device in the first place?"

She then repeats that in text, to translate for him. He'd wanted her to keep talking, so he's clearly interested in learning what she's saying, rather than this particular workaround.