Wincing at the taste of the drink, Coby finished it and then set it down on the table before him, his eyes falling to Stephanie the moment she spoke up to him. His hand, thumbing his pen, seemed to become a bit more busy because he was being spoken to. The distraction itself was welcome--in the wake of so much information, he was feeling pensive.

"I hope it's a good workload, actually," Smiling faintly in response, Coby fixed his glasses with the end of his pen. "This is a new world entirely for me. Since this history is so well documented, I should make use of it."