"I'd be happy to!" And Sarai does that first--a little sugar and cream, and she's a happy Au Ra. But then Ignis asks her to get started, and she takes a few inelegant gulps, sets the coffee down, and goes to wash her hands, spending time to get under her claws. She's no heathen, despite coming from something of a backwater world.

She doesn't want to crowd him (though considering she's 4'9, that's somewhat difficult), so she tries to peer at his notes. "What do you need me to do? Debone and fillet and descale?" All things she can do, she just needs to know what's what.