Exactly. You can infer likely outcomes from experiments done by others, but for actual results you can't rely on data you didn't collect yourself.

[She pauses. Her thoughts are not collected, and indeed considering experimentation has sent what ragged few she could keep in line marching off in a different direction entirely. In all probability this is because... she's a rambling drunk, and any train of thought that isn't one involving her emotions is as good as another.]

Magic is a science where I'm from. Or we're trying to make it that, trying to pick up where the alchemists left off. It has rules, and it reflects mathematics and its laws, and it makes sense. And it's beautiful, you know? Being able to feel God's own power, drawing it into your own like spinning yarn from two kinds of roving and then watching as someone is healed, or something catches fire, or the world seems to slow down around you so you can dodge something coming towards you without even trying... nothing here is like that. Nothing here makes sense.

[King has been extremely kind, and she desperately wants him to understand what it is that this place cut her off from. He understands revenge, she knows that. She doesn't know if he understands wanting to avenge a lost part of one's very self.]