"I am." He also gave a single nod at that, his posture still rigid. Really, the only that showed Oswald wasn't in a stab-instead-of-speak mood was that the grip on his sword was loose, and it hung at his side, psypher pointed towards the ground.

"It was either attending, or wandering aimlessly. I've already had my fill of that." There was also the fact that it had set up circumstances to see the Valkyrie. His eyes slid back up into the sky as he said that.

"...You are acquainted with her?" He asked, watching Gwendolyn. And not noticing how abrupt of a subject change that was.