"Down here." Sun turned to show the human, lifting up some of the ruffles around his little waist, and with his other hand, tugging down a spot just below the top of his pants. The shiny fabric had a little hole that was rather clearly meant to be there, as where it stretched down a bit, it revealed the darkness of the inside of a teensy port, a silver rim against the dull gold glow of his hip's shell, in a familiar oval shape.... "I leave my charger on a chair in the corner of Foulques's room; there's an outlet there."