Marguerite wasn't at all surprised that Percy wanted to go to camp, to take the classes. He may have had everyone fooled, but he was capable. Extremely capable. He may forget briefly in the act but he always pulled through.
"You will want to get in touch with Booth, then. He is the one setting up the groups. I will show you how to use the main device here for communicating later."
Because really, phases. Phase one, adjust to the situation. Then learn the technology. And it wasn't as if Marguerite would just leave Percy to figure it out on his own. This was their chance. Somehow he had survived but she didn't yet know how, just what would happen. She didn't even know if Percy did. At least though, they were alive and here. It wasn't their time or home but they were together.
Nodding as Percy agreed to the wine, Marguerite scanned the living room. Good, she still had salt out there, so that was one less thing to worry about bringing in. Thus, she headed to the small kitchen, got two wine glasses and poured herself and her husband some red wine, ignoring Chauvelin. Placing her own glass on the table, Marguerite handed Percy his glass before fixing the salt circle around them.
With that done, Marguerite sat on the couch, as close to the chair Percy had occupied, folding a leg beneath her and reaching for her glass. She could see the shock wearing off as her husband processed everything.
"Okay, so...next question?"
In an odd way, it was their courtship all over again. Asking questions over wine, getting to know one another. Only instead of themselves, Marguerite was explaining that they were at the end of the world.