She bows her head slightly at the touch of his fingers against her skin, a pleased smile lurking on her lips that speaks of the normal girl inside of her that doesn't often get to come out to play. "Very good intel," she says, giving her own little opinion on the matter. Because she can, she reaches up to twine her fingers with his, giving a slight squeeze. "I'm not great at this, but I want to be good at it," she says.