"My brother and I also have our differences," Ragnar replied softly. He turned his head when she popped out again, mirroring the smile with his own.
"I could not agree more," he said, starting towards where she had disappeared around the back of the boat to watch what she was doing. She was so small, it was quite sweet to watch her stretching up, trying to reach high with her little device.
"Then do you wish to do one of those? You have a recorder? Should we just speak and see if they reply?" He'd spoken to the dead before, but it had involved a lot more fire. And a lot more drugs. He was pretty sure the EVP wasn't going to involve that.
"Perhaps you would prefer something a little smaller so that you can reach it? I have armor and shields that I am sure will have attachments. Though I will stand here and watch you stretch, if that is what you prefer," Ragnar grinned.