She really, really wants to ask them a large amount of follow-up questions, but out of a lack of an ability to figure out which one to ask first, she ends up not speaking over them. Still, Lucretia moves to set down the books she had been carrying, and slides her journal out from her robes, opening it up to a new page and writing something down.

"Do you mind if I draw you? I admit, I don't... usually ask, but I suppose that's the purpose of being truthful." It's a big of a segway, but the truthfulness won't let her go without explaining, so she does. "It's how I've been remembering people here."