While Nill is entirely aware of the kind of atrocities that they've set up in this place for the Signless's crowning, she doesn't know the true extent of each piece, the meaning that could probably never be properly conveyed without someone like the Signless or Psiioniic. She hadn't known that the helm was something that involved lifelong servitude, and she is isn't surprised to hear it, nor is she surprised to hear that it was something the Psiioniic had or would experience.

Though not surprised, the usual vice grip in her chest whenever she learns of the hurt of loved ones and friends wraps itself around her heart. A muscle in her jaw flexes slightly as she presses her teeth together, and she's careful not to let her smile slip, though it's no longer as pleasant an expression.

She fishes into her handbag and pulls out a mostly-full pack of cigarettes. She bumps out two, placing one between her lips, before she swaps the pack for the lighter. She lights her cigarette, puffing quietly as she writes another note, holding out the lighter and the unlit cigarette at the same time.

if you want to try it be careful where you do.
not everyone likes the smoke.

You're smart, Psii. Don't get caught if you decide to blow the place up.