It naturally follows that her weird brother would only date a weirdo, but Nisha might not even notice, being peculiar, herself. Her expression brightens for a fraction of a second at the suggestion of practicing together. "I'd like that," she chirps more enthusiastically than she intended, and then presses her mouth into a flat line. After a beat, she waves her hand dismissive and posturing. "Listen, if you, like, practice with me, you'll be a great Chaser in no time. No worries."