Lev was involved with this? Well, that was interesting to know. El-Melloi II filed that fact in the back of his brain. For all the grumpiness in him, there was still a spark of curiosity, and it was doubtless that the Clock Tower rumor mill would be starting up soon. Better to get ahead of that curve and have the closest version of the truth of...whatever these three were up to. Involving a non-mage was always step one of something that would probably end up in getting a sealing designation. "It'd be for the best. Anything I have to offer would be very biased."

The word salty might not have been in use yet, but it would be applicable. At the mention of stress though, El-Melloi II paused, tilting his head slightly. "Is the focus of your medical practice in psychology then?"

Logic said it would have to be if he was looking at stress and what caused it. This...Chaldea, thing. It sounded too like a caldera, a volcano. Was that an intentional metaphor? El-Melloi II hoped not. The confusion and consideration meant he only flinched at being called El-Melloi without the appropriate numeral after it, and even forgot to correct the young man in front of him.

He didn't miss the sudden foray into something serious though. If this guy wasn't a mage, he was...something. El-Melloi II couldn't put a finger on it, but the change stuck out. "...Right," he managed, one hand moving to rest on top of the stack of papers. "I'm pretty sure that's a debate to have with cultural heritage people, not myself."

A museum curator or an archivist would probably have some opinions. He moved the first paper atop the stack onto his lap and...it was Flat's. Of course it was. His eyes went from the paper to Roman.

"You keep saying the word Chaldea without giving it context, doctor. How much of it are you allowed to explain?"