He looks at her with rapt interest, already silently dissecting the mechanics of what happened. Excersio - Latin, obviously translating the meaning of repair to something very physical and applicable. Immediately the deduction spawns its own host of questions - are all spells Latin-based, what sort of energies are at work there, what sort of consequences would semantic alterations have down the road - but he clamps that thought down where it is, and simply nods.

"Best not to do it too visibly," he says, apology heavy in his voice. "Though, I dunno, I imagine a lot of people here are used to the weird and unexplainable. But the factions, erm, there are two of them: ROMAC, which is government-oriented and the Rebels who are...well, not - they generally keep an eye out for that sort of thing." His expression becomes slightly more strained. "Another reason I chose to fly under their collective radar."