The servitor moves closer so Sasha can reach the glass more easily.

Flute's smile glints at Sasha. "Indeed, Vauri." She inputs something on her slate, and a screen rolls down the far wall, hiding the rough texture. "You'll want to connect to our mothgrid using"--she gives a set of credentials. Sasha will find that it will let her project to the room's imager and very little else, at least for the moment.