Briar laughed outright at that. A genuine that that came with a snort and near cough with her own surprise, "So it's shit then?" With the statement she leaned forward a bit towards her but leaned back again, scratched her chin and looked back at the infirmary. Idly, as if she wasn't conscious of it, she reached into one of her skirt pockets to pull out a coin and roll it between her knuckles.
She had been told before that fiddling when she had a riddle was a bad thing, a too obvious tell, but she had yet to shake it.