Battler is right. She scrunches her nose like balled up paper, but otherwise does not react to his first remark in favor of listening attentively to his explanation. Her stormy reddish-brown eyes are wide and fixated, lit by angled light enough to draw out their uncanny coloring.

"And you haven't tried the same here," she says, thoughtfully, dragging her thumbnail across a seam of her cloak, "We'll see about that. Go on. Try to alter something."

She lifts her hand and makes a little 'hurry up' gesture, in case he needs more encouragement than that.