Medb has weird tastes and can't be counted.

He's going to follow along behind her, at a pace that is three, maybe four steps behind her. His notebook out as she plays the part of friendly social butterfly--taking notes every step of the way.

It might take an hour, maybe two, but by the time they're done, Vergil doesn't only have a full dozen pages of notes--but he feels he has most of the alphabet figured out here, and it's only a matter of cleaning up the notes he's taken before he could start deciphering the notes he'd taken before.

if he was the sort of person who could look excited about something, that's the look in his eyes by the time he moves to sit down at what is essentially a park bench once they're done.

Poor Ritsuka must be exhausted.

"...Fascinating. While they do not have much here in the way of books due to the fact that Water is so prevalent here, there is much of their history just written in the walls and along the very structures here."

He could be here a while.

He does pause, after a moment though--cutting the girl who had helped get him this far a look. "And I suppose I owe you some measure of thanks."