"Thank you." Elita smiled and sat down, nodding in agreement. Indeed, it certainly didn't make things any easier, even if the differences - though they'd seemed to be mostly about history and his reality's course of history - stood out all the sharper.

"Perhaps I don't, but you're the one that has to deal with it most..." She wasn't going to touch on her similarity - physical or otherwise - to the Elita he knew more than that, but it needed to be, well, acknowledged.

"It sort of does, yes." In a very brief pause, her free hand briefly rested against her chestplates. "I'm not sure right now if I would have preferred he was nothing like the Grimlock I know, or if that would simply have made things... harder, in a way. Magnus was... odd." She doesn't mean it rudely, and the smile is slightyly lopsided.

Just the truth, from her point of view, given the differences.