There is a brief flutter of hope in his chest when Cinna thinks of communication devices. Grey. There is no bracelet on his wrist and that hope is immediately gone. Of course there's no bracelet. Of course not. Silly to think of it, really.

"It looks like something that might be from my time." He says with a nod. "I'm certain I can learn it well enough." Although, he's thinking he might just sequester himself into this room for a few days at least, to heal, to mourn, to find the ground beneath his feet.

He nods at Aramis, unable to turn the offer down even though the thought crosses his mind if just because Aramis must have his friends here to spend time with and he has done so much for Cinna already. And maybe, without those he loves, Cinna just wants to be alone. So agrees, with a slight addendum. "But please, don't go out of your way. I'll be alright."