Tomo listened well to his explanation of how his body had formed. Her hair was drying, its dark length becoming straight and silky with a slight wave towards the end. Playing with her hair, she nodded as he talked. Movement was really only one of the silent ways to encourage a person that you were listening when you couldn't focus your eyes on them. Still leaned forwards, she clasped her hands together and tilted her head.

"Origami," she smiled, "It sounds like you are quiet skillful then. While I can't fold paper in such a precise way, I can do music." Her lips formed a warm grin of amusement. "I was home schooled too," her voice was gentle and cool, her smile weakening a bit, "Seems we have a lot in common. Though I'm sure your parents didn't stress how important it was to be delicate and pleasant, or how to be poised why dressed in thick kimonos." She laughed softly at the thought of a tall masculine boy wrapped in layers of embroidered cottons and silk, bowing with his hands poised like a girl. But he probably had different lessons from her. Her family certainly was oddly traditional. 

"Limitations are only a new set of challenge," she agreed, "And I sure do like beating challenges." Leaning back, sitting up straight and twirling a strand of hair around her finger, Tomo wondered why he started to hesitate. Other skills? What did he mean? Were they funny things? Covering up her confusion, she stood and managed to find the place she had set her towel. Drying off the rest of her, she wrapped the towel under her arms to hide her only just barely clothed body. She had almost forgotten her embarrassment too... "Well, I heard there was going to be a talent show sometime soon," she finally said with an innocent and cheerful smile, "Perhaps you can 'enlighten' us all with your talent then, whatever it may be."