He can see the cat on the fence just fine, and in reality, doesn't mind them in the slightest. He even feeds them sometimes. But she is correct in that it's cold out here, and even though Daniel is fully dressed, he can feel it too. So better go inside. He watches, for a while, as she's trying to figure out TV and DVDs. His old collection. She might like some of those movies and games.
"Hey, google! Turn on the TV!" He says, when Ciri gives up on it. "It shows moving pictures. The disks...they're called DVDs, contain them. To...simplify things as much as possible." He certainly is not going to explain her how internet works. There's some random cartoon going on right now, so he might as well keep it on. "People watch it for fun or education. It recognizes my voice, but I suppose you'll need this." He points at a remote control. "Still not magic, but don't try to understand it right now. A great man once said that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. You can even play games on it. I'll show you how, but not right at this moment. Right at this moment, I'd say, you should be in bed, don't you think? Come on." With that, he walks off upstairs to the guest room, which from now on will be her room. One of the considerations that come into this is he's got a pretty good idea about her personality, and the fact that entry to this room is possible from the roof. Where she just climbed quietly enough to sneak up on a cat. Daniel sighs. Magic doesn't work in this world, but he can see the future nevertheless in this moment. It contains the wild girl sneaking in and out and his mostly futile attempts at stopping her. He'll make sure they're mostly futile.
"This'll be your room. You control lights like this." Daniel demonstrates how to operate lightswitch. "If you need anything, just let me know, okay?" There's a bed and furniture, slightly dusty, but nothing he can do about that. She'll survive. "Should be comfortable enough for you, if not, tell me and we'll get you a different bed. So...good night, I guess?" He shrugs and leaves her to it, deciding to go outside for a joint. One has to be self sufficient, so it's his own weed from his own greenhouse...
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