Reira busies herself with getting closer to his ears. It's easier to whisper what should be whispered, when right near the ear. He can hear even the slightest thing, if she does that.

She just has to make sure to turn away from the ear when she speaks normally, she thinks. "If that was how it worked, wouldn't it mean that the new people can't ever be as good as the old people? We can probably make something better." At least she has some confidence.

"Umn... ...Shattered?" She's not completely sure how shattering clouds a piece of glass. Her voice says she's certainly curious about it though.