[A few moments pass for Sal to process that invitation. Firstly, there's a snort of indignation at the very idea of research or studying. Stubborn, but typical. Before she can type out any kind of dismissal, however, her hands pause over the keyboard.
There's a sudden memory of someone from her own world that makes her pause, a woman who would be thrilled at the chance to see something like what this person is offering. Someone who would chide her aggressively for turning away such knowledge, when it could very well benefit her time here.
So, she sighs and scratches at the scar on her cheek and rethinks her answer.]
It couldn't hurt to take a look. Thanks for offering, I guess.
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There's a sudden memory of someone from her own world that makes her pause, a woman who would be thrilled at the chance to see something like what this person is offering. Someone who would chide her aggressively for turning away such knowledge, when it could very well benefit her time here.
So, she sighs and scratches at the scar on her cheek and rethinks her answer.]
It couldn't hurt to take a look. Thanks for offering, I guess.
[Sal's rough around the edges, but she tries.]