She lifted an eyebrow, curious. "The price of science is throwing yourself into hard objects? Repeatedly?" she asked and hummed faintly. "And you remark often about how simple and blunt us warriors are." Grateful for the music coming down, she stopped when he asked her a question. "Like today? Training, I suppose, Aragorn's wings should be brushed..." She crossed her arms and gave him a flat look. "I heard about your parties and the inclinations of the party-goers once they are inebriated."