Analise nods as he speaks, almost hanging onto every word he says.  Can intoxication occur with words alone?  It would sure appear that way, as Analise's lips never uncurl that shit-eating grin she's posed with for quite some time. "Physical affects from music?  Interesting." she says, taking another drag from her cigarette.<br/><br/>As Salai speaks of professor-itis, Analise's head tilts curiously.  "This is something I can assist with?" she asks playfully.  A chill takes over for a brief moment, and Analise shivers.  "It's really gotten cold out here, huh?" she says, as her hot breath mixes with the air causing it to once again swirl around her.  Analise zips her jacket up, placing her cigarette loosely between her lips, she fumbles around for her fingerless gloves and puts them on.<br/><br/>"Are you from around here?"  she asks curiously.