[ her lips do twist at the joke, an amused smile, if not a laugh outright. no one has ever accused her of an overabundance of patience, that's true, though she's tried to train it into herself as she's grown. ]

It will depend on where I'm most needed, I think, [ as to her division, ] and where my skills can best be applied. I've no experience with politics, but I think I can talk to people alright, at least, if Diplomacy's where I'm needed. If I'm miserable at it I'll put in for a transfer and wait out the bureaucracy, I suppose.

[ her eyes flick from the crutch under his arm to the book in his hand, and ness purses her lips slightly. he hasn't seemed to need help thus far, and she hasn't wanted to insult him by offering, but—maybe just one offer, and then if he refuses, he knows his needs better than she does. that's still polite, isn't it? ]

Are you going to grab more books, would another pair of hands help?