"Y'know," says Kaidan, once he's certain Byerly isn't going to slither to the floor rather than sit. "I'm pretty sure if you made that pun in her hearing, she might actually cryo-freeze you with a look. Although she is," he reflects on the doctor's appearance in an attempt to be even-handed. "And isn't. Like you said," he allows, and rests his glass in a branch of the topiary-bench that's apparently been perfectly designed to grow at the right height and in the right shape to hold a drink.

He watches it for a moment to make sure that it's not about to engulf the glass like some fairy tale hedge, a crooked smile self-deprecating his own momentary flight of fancy, before turning again to study By. The other man certainly seems like just another drunk at a party... and yet. "Classes, no," he answers, tone easygoing. "Unless you count calligraphy lessons. Just... getting the lay of the land, I guess."