Success. Or not? Schwarz couldn't really tell form the way this Francesca was talking. She wasn't sure she needed to hear the whole thought process, and it left her a bit confused as to how she made that conclusion rather than not. Still, she got a hand offered - that meant no hard feelings right? Looking up into the amber eyes opposite he own, she shook the hand. "Schwarz Nacht. Looking forward to that battle. Did you make that?" she said with a bit of admiration in her voice as her eyes followed the length of Francesca's dark blade that easily dwarfed Swansong.

That's when her eyes went a bit wide as she saw what appeared to be Kael fleeing form a flock of chicks, and not in the meaning of the word a guy would want to be surrounded by. Raising her hands to her mouth, she hollered: "Deploy flares!", then pointing to her pocket, meaning to indicate he should use the bird food he got on him to distract the pursuing feathered army. Never let it be said she wasn't resourceful. The whole sight was just too amusing for her to help any further though, at least not yet.

Returning her attention to the girl, she reached into her pocket, pulling out an old fashioned watch, "Say, it's almost 12, the headmaster's speech isn't until 14." she shrugged, "Do you feel like finding out what the school's cooks are worth?" she asked, her stomach sending her so far mild notifications lunch time was approaching.