The intensity of her curiosity is chewing her up inside, but Raven doesn't let it consume her. It doesn't become one of her projects, tangible between her fingers as she investigates until they're bleeding. Her interest lies in her leg, and how she can feel everything, from the cold wooden floor of the inn when she kneels to when she sits on her leg for too long and summons pins and needles to take hold of her.

"I am," she admits. "But I have to stay focused. This isn't something you can multitask, even if you're a big nerd." She looks at him pointedly, a joke, if you will, before she shakes her head and sighs. "I'm pretty sure where we're from is important, but there has to be a common link between what we all know. I doubt there's much in common with our worlds. Considering yours thinks a library is important and mine doesn't, I can't see a common denominator yet."