[ If she put sleeves on, she couldn't show off these guns?! Please. As she starts to pin up photographs on the wall above her bed, Prompta chuckles, casting Alisaie a glance over her shoulder. ]

Heh, appreciate it! Guess there's probably a way I could magic 'em up, but I dunno anything that good yet.

[ Or anywhere near. Prompta didn't come here to study magic, she came to learn to be a machinist, but there's general courses everyone has to take, of course... ]

So...how's your family 'n' everything? I wanna know everything.