"Hey, twist my arm to get me to talk to you again." She winks.

Her hand comes up and the fingertips brush lightly over the back of his palm from wrist to knuckles. It's tremulous and shy, but it's reciprocation of a sort.

"Math. I am going to need craptons of it. But I'll sweeten it with some more creative stuff. Anthropology minor, I think. Study of humans. Maybe a few languages besides Transian and English."