“Well, trouble, charm...” Which probably gives Ilde away for not a local in turn (inasmuch as Baedal has 'locals' - debatable, perhaps, depending on who you ask and where), if admittedly someone in and out on a relatively regular basis. “Um- you're welcome,” after a slight pause, jerking herself back from wherever she'd gone in her head and whatever was happening to Brock Marsh professors in it. “I'd hate to lose something around here, though, in case it showed up a month later in someone else's paper.”