Tsume didn't bother agreeing with him about Kuromaru and the removal of limbs. She did, however, wince at the mention of psych interviews. She was relatively certain the psych people hated her. Possibly her whole clan, and probably for good reason. There was nothing quite like trying to interview someone while their familiar sat there, staring unblinkingly at you and panting to show off very long teeth.

She shrugged, though, glad to be a returned veteran if only because they assumed she had her act together. "They didn't pester me too hard about it. I think they expect me not to have any obvious triggers--and if I did, my clan would knock 'em out of me before psych ever noticed." Her last words were dry, accompanied by a bare twist of lips. She couldn't stop the flick of her gaze at his hands, now covered by gloves, before she looked up at him and shrugged. "Nothing in my files to make them worry."

The smell of something alien, fish, and metal hit the air as he unstoppered the bottle, and she pulled away even before he'd held out the rod. "Okay, yeah, it stinks. Like... metal chemicals and seafood. Ever licked a spoon? Something like that." She ignored his command about the gloves. If she didn't have them on, maybe he'd keep that away.

Instead, she practically buried her face in her undrunk coffee.