[ Her smile is good natured but the temperature behind her eyes drops several degrees. Maybe even a hint of some sort of plan forming there. People always commented on her youthful face and fancy high quality clothes. That always seemed to be enough to disguise the slightly deranged look of someone wanting to rip wings off a fly. But people here seem to come in a higher caliber. Used to dealing with people exactly like her. ]

In that case I won’t even dream to try.

[ She leans back, attention breaking as she thinks over that question, twisting her hands to warm them up. ]

A name that I have no interesting in anymore. With a note about using them to keep warm. Of course, none of us are that stupid.