Madelyne is, at the moment, on the deck. Well, almost; she's actually balancing on the rail, putting her just a little closer to the stars. There's no struggle to balance, or bracing to jump.

When she hears Edwin, she twirls around easily. He may notice that she's using her limited telekinesis as a sort of buoy, keeping her light and steady.

"I know wardens don't get to choose much of anything beyond being here." Level, and quiet; if she did any shouting it must have been in private. She doesn't blink at the strange motion - if anything, it makes her shoulders ease slightly - but her gaze locks on that file. It takes her a moment to register the question.

"...I'd prefer that. Yes." She'd have - more of a voice in it all, then, but of course that isn't what she says. "I can't say I'm not curious."