She doesn't comment on the benefit of nemeses; that's not a concept she remotely understands. Even if the academic world, she'd much rather collaborate with rival labs than compete over grant funding. "Well... I'm hoping it won't be an issue either way... especially if the AV field stays up like it's supposed to."

There is a blank look of confusion on her face for several seconds while Naugus elaborates. A valid school of...? Oh. Oh. Necromancy, as in the raising of the dead, not necro-romantic, as in something illegal on every colony. She turns as red as the growlithe who has decided that lying flopped on the ground is a better use of her time than sitting up and hoping that the funny-looking man with a kingler hand will pet her. "Well... um. I don't think it's something Reynard would do," she replies, trying vainly to push past her mortification. "It's different with Harrowheart, he's a death knight." She doesn't know who the person with the stupid hat and missing teeth is, which is just as well, because then she'd likely have to get angry all over again that Naugus is insulting one of her friends.

His story, at least, paints him in a more sympathetic light. "I'm sorry," she says sincerely, her blush fading. "That you can't return home.... we're in a similar situation. The colonies still exist, but are currently uninhabitable."