Saga didn't have the heart (or a high enough level of coherency) to try and dissuade him from his task, and especially not when he admitted that he actually liked doing it. She settled for clearing off the table as best as she could, save for the current notes she'd been going over for nearly a week.

"My mother would love you," she remarked. "She was almost convinced people like you don't exist in this century-- which I guess you don't, come to think of it."