Cassandra very carefully plucks the working device from Diana's palm, and begins carefully studying it, turning it over in her hand. Comparing it to the other. Looking for something different. It takes her a moment, but she finds it. "Oh," she murmurs softly. "Maybe that's it." She returns to the quiet one, turning it over until she finds what she's looking for. Then she carefully, with nimble, graceful fingers, fiddles with it for a moment.

She looks up at Diana. "How does it sound now?"