That rhetorical question gets a slow blink of incomprehension to start -- then a scoff, the witcher's nose wrinkling in amusement before he glances back at her. You saying he's not a perfectly easy to talk to guy normally, Scout? Please, he's an open book.

Rather than tease her about it further though -- something that will have to wait for later, along with her questions about his anachronistic familiarity with basic biology concepts -- Lambert elects to scratch out a last cramped message on the paper and hold it out to her, sentences and topics running across a range of different topics just for the sake of getting them all out without the back and forth.

All right. Need someone to swat them away for a while, find me. Don't need much sleep either. Going to keep looking for the repellant.