Trilla's never been good at lying; she finds it offensive to her sensibilities, and would prefer to snap at someone in a manner that silences an unwanted inquiry rather than tell a falsehoood. Cal's question gets a shrug, meant as a dismissal -- but also the absolute truth. She has no idea, and it troubles her more than a little.

She eyes the way Cal favors his injured leg with a pang of something she doesn't want to acknowledge. He'll learn, just as she had. And they'll both be better for it.

"It's not weighted correctly, anyway. Probably a waste of time."