Vizzal absently rubbed her forehead again. She felt a headache comming on. Not one of ill-condition, no. Just one of needless complication. "I am beginning to question my previous assessment of that, yes." Came the reply to Ranit's retort and grin. Her furrowed features unelenting, her glance moved up to Torkin again. "I certainly hope you know what you're doing."