[ If they're lucky enough to be left here for a standard lifetime, maybe being stripped of their powers will have already broken the curse. If not, it's still more time than... Bertolt had. Probably than any of them had.

She blinks, but doesn't deride what he's been doing. It sounds normal. Normal is a luxury, and for that much, she's glad if he finds pleasure in these things. Facing down the question of What To Do is something she's never had to do in this context: what to do without titan shifting, without the stupidity of outside ideals guiding her way. Just a promise to get home alive, and no way to deliver on or guarantee it.

So, monster raising. ]

No, it's not that. [ She gives a small shake of her head because she agrees, it's not something she's expressly worried about. ] I mean asking a local to send a message to each other through their own thing.

[ She patiently stares up at Bertolt sideways. Pretending they'd lost their device, needing to send a message, and sending a short one out. Why is she even concerned with subterfuge. She sits on most what she learns unless it's relevant to what's going on, anyway, and what in the world can she learn here that's useful to anyone or anything? ]

It's just a thought. If needed.