Normal. [The tap draws her attention back towards him, nose briefly scrunching up to shake off the sensation.] Unless you're planning on going toe-to-toe with a god or two, I'm gonna say you've got a funny idea of what that word means.

[Her ankles cross, weight settled against the table at her back. Whatever space they've set between them, Nisha's content to soak it up. Comfortably at that.]