The old chail really was going batty. After getting to boss her, which she knew he would, he started going on about docks or something. But, batty or not, she wouldn't have him telling her what to do. She kept glaring at him unblinkingly and learned in closer to give her answer. "Nae." she spat out, her nose wrinkling crossley. "Ye kin pit whitevur yi'll waant oan tae whitevur docks ye lik', ye auld codger. Ye kin pit thaim oan boats, e'en. A wullnae be daein' yer bludy spell." she didn't even know if she'd be doing it on her own now that he said he wanted her. Useful or not, practicing would be almost like letting him boss her. Maybe she would try it once he'd died. That wouldn't be very long to wait anyhow.