Zhou Zishu hums a vague agreement as he straightens up properly, looking much less concerned about being near the edge now that his head isn't trying to cleave in two. The answer pulls his attention back towards her properly, one side of his mouth lifting slightly.

"You seem skilled."

He'd seen performers a time or two when they'd passed through the capital, though he'd never been able to give them his full attention. Enough that he can guess at what she means, or at least the outlines of it. She doesn't seem bothered by it, at least, which is a start. "Do you still?"