[She dryly chuckles at that.] No, not a physician. My father would read to me from his encyclopedias every night before sleeping. It's because of him that I know these things.

[But all it is to her is recited knowledge, things she's heard over and over again for the past fourteen years. Most information she can spout off she doesn't have any practical use for.

She looks up at him, and then over at the offered strip of scarf. She hesitates to take it, because it's such a nice color. But it is only a scarf, and so she carefully takes it from him and moves to wrap and tie it around her leg once again.]

Thank you.