[She makes her move easily enough, transplanting from the stool to the table with her glass of water in tow. She can't remember the last time she ate in the presence of another person who wasn't simply sharing the space by some accident of timing. Back on the Normandy, she knows - but she can't quite grasp the exact instance in her mind.
Instead she busies herself with studying the dish, pushing it carefully around with the tines of her utensil of choice. It smells good anyway.]
Where do you fall on the more or less scale?
[It's the kind of question that makes sense in the realm of biotics: amp models and exposure levels. Whether it applies to magic, she can't know and doesn't bother thinking about before she asks.]
no subject
Instead she busies herself with studying the dish, pushing it carefully around with the tines of her utensil of choice. It smells good anyway.]
Where do you fall on the more or less scale?
[It's the kind of question that makes sense in the realm of biotics: amp models and exposure levels. Whether it applies to magic, she can't know and doesn't bother thinking about before she asks.]