It might as well be Russian for all Zari can follow it, but she recognizes enough words to know what the basic topic is. Grafting, tissue--she understands what the words are, at least, because she did get good grades when she was in school. It's just that she didn't bother going to college since she already had a career. So she follows it just enough to know how impressive it is that he knows so much about something like that.

"Just get me a long shirt and something to belt it with and I'll have a chic dress going in no time." She moves into the space and perches on the edge of a sleeping pallet, clearly a lot more comfortable for the familiar face and distraction.

"Thanks. You must be used to weird emergencies. You'd think I would be, too, by now."