[There had been a moment of something familiar in the far-away look Fenris had worn - probably because he's had that same distracted look more often lately. There and gone, and not something Kanda has a right or reason to inquire about.

Instead, he sips his own drink and waits on a reply, blue eyes narrowing slightly in consideration.]

Is that so?

[A beat, before he leans forward, forearms resting against the edge of the table.]

She's not like the rest of her... peers. She's an idiot, and too damned clueless for her own damned good. She's going to need someone that can guard her.

Still going where you guessed?