"I only learned how this week," Peridot noted, tilting her head a little, thoughtfully catlike. "Fortunate timing, apparently."

Well. Hannibal had taught it specifically in preparation of the ski trip.

Still.

She looked down at his leg, frowning a bit and trying to observe the healing process. Through a pant leg. It was not as successful an attempt at observation as she might have hoped.

"So you aren't normal by the standards of your species."

This was what passed for small talk for a Peridot.