Mogget has no real problem sauntering through the mines as if he owns them. It's the way of being a cat, really. Hearing the question, he sits near the woman and looks at the tools himself.

"Given nothing here is governed by a magic I know, I surely could not say. I imagine though that it would be a spell built into their making, that gets them to repeat their actions over and over again." His words are clear, for being a cat, watching the tools with curiosity. Tools with spells laid into them wasn't uncommon, but for them to act on their own without a sending was.

Samata also might not want to look at Mogget through the glasses. He was rather powerfully bright.