She nods a little, her gaze downturned. Just as she had struggled with her anger when talking to Viatorus about her lowercase-n nightmare, so she struggles now. The result is a wave of guilt over her mixed feelings towards the caged scholar. "I'm frustrated," she admits quietly. "I don't blame him for what happened at the Halloween Party, but..."

Trailing off, she shakes her head and forces a smile back on her face. "We can talk about that later. Can we meet as soon as the Nexus translator is running again?" Her smile turns genuine. "My thoughts are confusing enough. Although your... Ancient Greek? It's very good."

Caspar keeps an eye on Adia while she speaks. There's some tension in his frame; he'd like to go over and comfort her, but that damn bird's going to get all worked up again. "What other languages can you speak?" he asks Viatorus instead, his gaze curious and sharp.