"I don't know how you do it," she shakes her head. She's never had aims at something so academic. Actually, she never really had a chance to come to any kind of conclusion. Before she was stolen, it was easy to assume her life would always lend itself to performance. The Menagerie and The Dregs both put her life into even further different trajectories and now? Here, with the freedom to live more or less in whatever best way she deems necessary or good? She just hasn't branched out very much. She might have some things on the horizon after this courier mission she's set out on is complete, though.

She can't help the stray thought of a boy back at the Inn who certainly could not go into such a career. "I imagine that weeds out the weak stomachs if nothing else," she isn't sure how she'd feel about studying an actual corpse.