"Yes, of course," Fifi plays along, "I polished them, after all."

It's with a wry smile that she covers her ears, dutifully pressing her palms into the openings to fully block out any sound and watching Byerly's still-audible-if-not-clearly performance. Her attention is quickly drawn, however, to the shift in the eluvian's surface, the smile twitching into an expression of rapt interest.

Given the go-ahead, she hesitates, then reaches to touch it; a little gasp as her hand passes through, and she looks back at Bastien, as if to ask if he's really sure she's allowed.