"...You know what, deal me in, Bugbear." She calls out to Brut. "I've never had [i]au naturale[/i] Bugbear cookin'. Gotta be better than Rirvudd's."

She had been studying the bugbear for some time, watching his words and actions and how they framed the encounter with the faerie dragon knight. His words had given her much to think on, and her mind had gotten so swept up in the tide of information that she had needed to make notes rather than bother engaging in the discussion. She took a heavy seat beside Bob, idly caressing the snail's shell, as she ran the numbers. She decided to speak up.

"I've been rather zealous in my, erm..Excitement. I don't have too much power left in me, but I'm hardly down for the count. I suspect we'll be fine, but I'm officially in 'emergency only' mode when it comes to the spellcraft at the moment." she elucidates to the group. "I can do math all day, but [i]real math[/i] takes a lot of effort. The world doesn't like it when you fiddle with its equations like I do, but things always balance out in the end."

Her gaze was on Aurora; she knew what it was like to be stuck in your head, and was aiming her babble to try and keep the woman grounded.