"Oh? What were you made for, then?" The paper doesn't elucidate her any, though she appreciates the openness. She leans an elbow on the back of the couch and rests her cheek on it, a little too familiar for not living here. She acts a bit as if she owns the place. She takes a sip of her drink. "Just so you know, I fully intend on passing you, so you can be honest with me."