The reformat-rock spell (it was a nickname; she'd have to workshop that, too) was coming along swimmingly now.

Nita's focused retreated inward, for a moment, to make sure she had the spell itself balanced properly for the incoming energy-

/Don't stop, but, dial it back a bit?/

It wasn't so much a miscommunication as something she'd forgotten to cover. And sure, she could adapt it, but best not to overclock things or else they'd end up with a circle of rock up through the train!