Dalton let out a low thoughtful noise as she shared that she couldn't operate her phone and thus, quite conveniently, hadn't bricked it yet. He wondered if magic could replicate that electrical conductivity touchscreens required, or if that would wreck the technology on touch. It was a tricky thing to accomplish, and experience told him it could work for a short while, but would eventually break down the electrical components. Coating her fingertips with some mundane material that did it, like the cheap styluses one could buy, might be the better solution.
He was in the middle of his thoughts on magic versus technology when she prompted him for his career, but Dalton glanced up with a small chuckle. He knew his manner sometimes betrayed his history. “Yes, guilty as charged. A surgeon, to be more precise, but I'm more or less retired now.” He supposed nothing stopped him from continuing practising medicine, just not hands-on surgery, but his passion had been for surgery, not for the endless cycle of patients complaining of run-of-the-mill illnesses.
He was in the middle of his thoughts on magic versus technology when she prompted him for his career, but Dalton glanced up with a small chuckle. He knew his manner sometimes betrayed his history. “Yes, guilty as charged. A surgeon, to be more precise, but I'm more or less retired now.” He supposed nothing stopped him from continuing practising medicine, just not hands-on surgery, but his passion had been for surgery, not for the endless cycle of patients complaining of run-of-the-mill illnesses.