Kori could tell that Dark was still nervous about interacting with her, but it was good to see that she was at least trying to get more comfortable with her. She looked to the bar at the center of the room, reminiscing about the first time her foot touched that wooden plank. "Umm, I think I was around four years old. My parent started me out really early, and it turned out I had a real knack for it. And after walking along that bar over a million times, it kinda becomes second nature," she replied, leaning back and resting her back against the row of seats behind them. As she looked the girl over once more, she noticed the folder she still had clasped to her chest. She hadn't relinquished her grasp on the book the entire time. "What about you? What's with the black book?" Her head cocked in its direction. "You write? Draw?" She paused, waiting for Dark's response.