[The fact he brought samples makes Saeri feels this weird sort of pride. Because he's picking up things pretty quickly and coming up with ideas and hypotheticals and she had forgotten how much she enjoyed having someone to tutor. It really scratches that itch inside of her. And she really needs it right now, considering as time goes she's becoming more and more restless. She can't settle down, she needs more to do, more to keep her mind and hands busy. Robby helps with that.

And since her blood magic isn't on the fritz like last month, nothing has threatened to explode yet. Mixing the paleblood with darkblood could help with with the faster reflexes and hyper-vigilance--except maybe they shouldn't be using hers, considering it's imbued with a near manic hyperactivity that she hasn't even noticed because this happens to her often enough anyway. Whoops.

She's carefully stirring in some of her personal ink, with the paleblood, watching as it shifts to a more creamy color--when he asks that and she freezes. For just a moment. It could be noticeable, but she's back to loose and casual as quick as can be. She shrugs.]

...It would be nice to know. People knowing things about you that you didn't tell them is kind of fucked, but Trench doesn't give us much of a choice.