She looked round-eyed at the blood filling her palm, but made no noise, although the pain was intense for a second or two, it quickly faded. In some ways, it was fascinating. She had very rarely seen her own blood, but here it was in abundance. She was a creature of flesh and bone, and pain was just a part of that. She was proud of her body, of how strong it was, and sent a silent apology to it for allowing it to be wilfully damaged - but it was all in aid of a good cause, and a mark of how strong the feelings were that she was sending into her stones and her hope for the future. Panda's words were hard to understand, but she felt like if she did, they would have been of great interest to her. She would have to search out some relevant books, and expand her knowledge in these metaphysical matters. Putting them under her pillow was easy enough to understand. Meditation just sounded like thinking - and she did plenty of that. She was sure that would be enough. She could certainly use this as an excuse to come back and see the esoteric pair, though, and immerse herself further into their world. She wanted to understand everything - the word 'chakra', why Panda had whispered and closed her eyes: and what was the stuff in the jar?
Extending her stocky hand back to the two-tone enchantress, Caprica knitted her brows in a quizzical manner. She had never heard the expression 'to smoke' before. "Do I... what?" she replied, cheeks heating up a little at her ignorance, a blush thankfully hidden by lustrous black fur. She knew how to make smoke - one set things on fire. She even knew how to use smoke to smudge and perfume an indoor area, or to flavour and help preserve victuals. But neither of those things seemed to qualify as the activity to which Panda was referring.