Oh! Forgive me, I thought I was speaking your language.

[Says Mia past a quick chuckle, dusting off her robes as if Franziska's words had dusted them up. She shows no irritation at all though, like she's busy reveling in Franziska's, or something.]

I'd love to help. Granted, as a monk, I may not be as much assistance as... whatever you're bringing to the table.