Though spending the nights doing menial tasks was a clear waste of her talents, Teresa understood why such a structure existed. After all, if one was unwilling to spend time perfecting the basic forms, only a fool believed advancement to complex swordplay was deserved. This may not be the barracks and the sword circles, but Teresa was well-versed in the matter. This simply meant whatever task she was given, she'd bear it as she had the menial jobs of weak youma extermination Orsay had occasionally given her and complete them with brutal efficiency.

It also helped that within these menial tasks lay the way to her acquiring a real weapon. She doubted the people within this place could make a claymore suited to her as it was made from a unique metal, but any large sword would be better than what she'd fashioned for herself.

"I feel so privileged," Teresa lightly teased.

What did she want to know more about? She was curious about how these people were making their weapons, but it was a trivial matter. In the end, how a sword was made paled in comparison to how well it was made. There was the matter of the youma nest, but Homura did not have a youma's scent lingering on him; she doubted he had anything useful to give her concerning that. Her thoughts drifted to the previous night (and day).

"I have two questions, two warnings and a request," she replied after a moment of thought. "What would you like first?"