Salt. That was it. She must have heard it somewhere. It wasn't like the professor would have used a nickname, but the whole point of the espionage/intelligence focus was<i>gathering </i>intelligence so...<i>don't try to justify things one way or another El.</i>She mentally brushed off the train of thought. She had other things to worry about, and having her first interaction on her<i>way </i>to the dining hall carry so much skeptisism did not bode well for her getting through lunch without something dramatic.<br/><br/>She could, frankly, do without dramatics.<br/><br/>"Well. You can believe whatever you want, Salt. But foie gras and cavier off of silver platters gets so rather dull after a while." Never in her life had she seen either in the tower dorms, but that was half the point of the... almost joke. Andd maybe she was just trying to nudge him off a little bit. "Have you taken a look at the homework for class?" Evade and distract. It wasn't the most skilled uses of tactics from her Creating and Maintaining Covers Lab, but she was only in her second form and maybe the guy was actually just trying to awkwardly get homework help. "I think it's written with a shell code but it might be hex key code."