A decade had done its work in making pain as intimate and familiar as an old friend. It had proven to be as much ally as enemy when she had had too many of the latter, too few of the former. In comfort it was easy to forget how the lingering agony of an injury might keep you awake to hear the snap of twigs beneath a nearby boot and allow you a moment more to make your escape before you could be caught. It was a thought she could not forget then when it rose with his words, and if she stilled a second at hearing them, she had no desire to draw attention to it.

"That's...pleasant," she replied, allowing her shape to pull enough to have a white dress falling into place over the blue curves of her as she considered the scenery. "Do you know how they work, the projections, are they kind of like gravity? You know, you know it works and how to avoid getting on the wrong side of it, but you don't know how."

While she had not excelled in the least at school, let it not be said she wasn't always ready to absorb some new information that might prove itself useful. Even had there not been the added weight of then being inside his head and ready prey for whatever madness might come with that territory.