[ Well, that's certainly A Thing. Privately, Regis is a bit glad that Fizzarolli didn't end up falling in, say, Philippa Eilhart's lap－ the sorceresses would've been a bit more than academically interested in everything that Fizzarolli is carrying.

Which isn't to say that Regis isn't curious, either. He paces carefully over to where the imp (?) is hunched over his strange-looking device, politely but obviously peering over Fizz's shoulder for his own benefit. ]

How fascinating.

[ No crystals, no blood magic, no giant diamond to set on a pedestal to send images to far-off places??? He really needs to reassess his knowledge of Hell and its denizens. An entirely new academic endeavor. ]

A magic communicator of sorts, I assume? I've never seen anything like it. One would never have guessed that Hell would be so...

[ A wave of his hands. ] ...Advanced.