Nita would have just kept on writing when Uta walked in, not letting herself be distracted (not like she deserved to be distracted), but... chips? Really?

Nita looked up to check, and - yup, those were chips. Not even ones from the train's store.

"Some trick," Nita commented, and despite her attempts to sound offputting she was impressed.

But she looked away again, staring down at the bullet-point list she'd amassed, as prep for her report; the pros and cons of what she'd done.

The cons list was longer, significantly so.

"Depends," she said.

"Why do you think I'm in here?"