"Big. Busy." She waves a hand, gives a vague shrug. Realizing she's the one who sort of led the conversation here, Ciri doesn't say she minds him asking, but she doesn't seem to be particularly eager to share details either. "I haven't been back in a long time. Don't know what it's like these days."

She listens as Claude keeps talking, letting him lead the conversation. He seems chatty, but Ciri doesn't find it unpleasant. He knows when to shut up.

Her shoulders tense, attention snapping to the movement at the same time as his.

"...rabbit," she mutters, when the source of the sound becomes apparent. Her eyes fall to Claude's hand, and the weapon he was reaching for. She recognizes it, even folded up.

"That one of Jayce's?"