"Mmm," Mab lifts her tea and takes a sip, savoring for a moment before setting it back on the saucer. "I can deal with people." She looks thoughtful, "It is the changes in customs and phrases with which I will need to reacquaint myself."

Her eyes scan Malia's face for a moment as though she is trying to see into the young woman's soul, find the things that make her tick. "What has stunted your social growth, child?" Malia, unfortunately, does not hold the patent on blunt questions but Mab thinks she might be the type of person who can appreciate getting to the point.