Uncommon enough that there is a flicker of surprise across features that trend impassive. If it's impossible, Marcus doesn't raise objection, absorbing this next question instead.

Studies her, as if truly thinking about it in the moment, then says, "I don't wish to," as he scrapes a fork around his plate and then lays it down. "But the memory I took from you indicated that you aren't in complete possession of your abilities." And so, her having come into them at the late age of twenty-eight might make some sense, for better or for worse.

"I require assurance you aren't anymore a danger to yourself and those around you," as he collects up his things. The table creaks as he uses it to lever himself to his feet. "My office, when you're done eating."