You drop your last COIN into the slot and clearly state your QUESTION for the DEAD:
RHYS: Charlemagne Belial! How did you die?
The MADAM NADIYA MACHINE lurches to life, its mechanical gears and wires grinding into motion. The eyes roll, the mouth gives a pale impression of silent speech, and the head lolls uncomfortably. It looks... painful.
With a final whirring gasp, a FORTUNE CARD spits out of the slot and the machine returns to stillness.
Huh. How did he die?
That... was not worth it.
An ominous VOICE speaks up in your EAR. Thankfully, it's just SERGEANT NJÖRÐR through your EARPIECE.
SN: You weren't talking to me, right?
RHYS: No, Sergeant. I was just trying to speak with the spirit of a handless corpse out here.
SN: A corpse? Carry on.
RHYS: Carrion he may be, but that's still mean to say!
>Prepare for INGRESS