[Moran blinks, and then finally looks up from the book he is holding, and, realizing he is talking to one of their little group, has the good grace of giving him a small smile and nod - although he's not going to apologize either because you know, if you ever get into the mood of getting him that tea, he won't mind.

Instead he just answers the question.]

I'm not quite sure yet. These [he holds up the crystal] don't translate text, and we've been traveling enough that this dialect is slightly different from the one I have learned to decipher.

Some kind of travel journal, I think.