Zinc stares at her for a moment, pained. But perhaps they are even now, after she made her own demands about the girl's strange skin. Still, it's been a long time since she has spoken to anyone who did not know what she was. She makes no comment on it now, just begin to gather herself up slowly. She is not the most graceful, and it's awkward getting to her feet.

"Not..." she hesitates, a flash of angry frustration touching her mouth, but she pushes it down. "Very quickly."

Barbet let her take his arm when they went out. Almost like he cared, it was nice, it was warm.