She understands. She'd studied history, of course... The difference is he lived much of it. One eyebrow arches at the mention of Zola. "I met his pet. Well... What was left of him in the end. Gotta say, not a fan."

She isn't trying to make him laugh, but if she does? Bonus. Sighing, she leans forward, running her hands through her hair. "Do you think there's some fairy tale about this? These tattoos?"