If there's anything she's learned about Ardbert during her time talking to him one-on-one as a specter, it's that, while earnest, he isn't particularly well-bred. Which is hardly a point against him -- neither is she -- but something about that phrasing just seems... off. It doesn't sound right to her ears. It's too polite, too unassuming... just the right amount of either to be a certain Ascian of poor acting ability with Ardbert's face instead.

But if she desires to call him out on the suspect wording, she chooses not to in the end, despite eying him with curiosity withering into a touch of sulk. "A few lessons? Oi. Listen." Irhya jabs a finger in his direction with a pout, leaning over slightly. "I grew up on godsdamned crafting. Had everything I made picked apart by someone or other until I got it right. But -- wouldn't you know it, materials are expensive when you're not harvesting them yourself straight off the earth!"

She bites her lip as she crosses her arms, humming in discontent. "I mean... I could probably be better about keeping part time jobs, true. I just get so antsy after a while... But I would thank you not to be likened to the hapless sods in Gatetown, at least."

It took her less than half a day to sniff him out the first time. Perhaps it took longer the second time, but only because she's been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. If each exchange is just going to make that more difficult, will she have to bite the bullet and make the accusation eventually? That'll hardly be fun.