Shizuru shifted in her chair, finishing off her drink, feeling the warmth of it settle in her bones as it slid down her throat, a pleasant burn in it's wake. Staring at the melting ice cubes as she spoke, "I can understand that," She looked back up to him, laughing quietly at his joke. Joke? Yes, probably a joke, "Well, my door is open to you. Should you need it." Offering to listen was an odd sort of awkward thing for her. In school and at her old job people--especially girls, seemed to gravitate to her for a shoulder to cry on or just a rock who would listen even if she was terrible at comforting and empathizing. But, she meant it, as awful as she was at the offer.
"Maybe that's good, I'm sure the headmaster picked him for a reason. Balance or some other cheesy nonsense," She waved a hand in dismissal before sighing at his comment about Stark, deciding that her original assessment was correct(as it so often was) about the man, "That is mildly terrifying to be completely honest."