[Elissa lowers her communicator which appears to be an ornate wooden box that houses an oval mirror in a scrollwork frame, some jewel-like buttons, and a golden stylus on a golden chain. The Warden closes the box and fastens the latch before slipping it into her pocket. She gestures to the log.]

Would you like to sit or does this working require that you stand? I am sorry that I have no better seating to offer you.