[William is very oblivious in many ways, but he can sense condescension when it's put as such. He was like that once. Not knowing the how of things taught in books, with special skills, the kind of training that takes time and money. Or a commitment to a spacefaring military institution that trafficks with demons.

He smiles at her a little.] Yeah, [he agrees.] 'Little village.' That's funny.

--We could have exams at the end, [he says suddenly, brightening.] I mean, even if it ain't graded. A field test of knowledge, with a scenario, not really dangerous but with some indicators. With an injured dummy or some kind of actor. Make sure people was paying some fucking attention and learned what they was taught.