Huh?

[Oh no, even more five-dollar words. This was definitely shaping up to be a conversation where her little brother would have excelled — he had always been so smart, grasping new ideas so easily, blazing through the battered handful of books his family could find for him. But it's not Tobias standing before Orisa today; just Lys, without any sort of natural genius to back her up.

Dwelling on that wouldn't do either of them any good, however. She focuses instead on the delicate play of Orisa's mechanical fingers as they accept the feather, fascinated in a way that defied description: there's a perfection to the movement that Lys has never seen before, exacting and deliberate like the finest work of a master blacksmith.]

Oh, um......so the Factors are the easy part for you. [She laughs, sheepish.] I'm not any good at math, myself. Being able to work out equations like that sounds....well, incredible!

[Already she senses that this next question might be a weird thing to ask, but really — when has that ever stopped her?]

And what are you usually feeling, right then?