Watching as a frown spread across the face of her fellow femme at the answer she gave, while Miss Connors had attempted to avoid the sort of answer to Eve’s question that would make her seem to have a swollen ego or figuratively large cranium, it seemed from the sense of disappointment that the daughter of the house showed that she might have undersold her skill a little bit too much. A sense of disenchantment plain in the voice of her partner after she had paused and reassessed the situation in regard to the new information that she had received, in a fashion that seemed almost condescending, the student seemed to push her arm forward and pat the shoulder of the mocha marvel in a fashion that seemed a little bit disconcerting and as if she was being excused for her lack of skill or something of the sort.
“Uhm… Do for what?” Aisha not able to linger too long on the lacklustre reception she got for the assessment she had given for her own abilities, though it was almost as dismaying for the Desiertian to see her friend so disappointed by her, there were fatter fish to fry here and for once in this house that was not Crowley’s responsibility to oversee. Apparently the weaving and winding path of Miss Hallow’s mental flow seeming to take yet another turn toward the topic that the tall traveller wished to tackle, as the conversation seemed to lurch in the direction of what was to come, the bronze beauty clawed for her next clue but what she was to find out might not have made her happy exactly…
- Aisha Connors