Her eyes slid down to him, taking in his frame. There seemed to be very little muscle on his frame much less meat. Sawdust? Well, that explained his appearance. She still said nothing, contented herself to perch on the bench and debate how she would approach Ishmael about getting some more blood pops.

Of course, her thought process was interrupted by the kid's question again and she glanced down at him, the corners of her mouth twitching. "I hardly think that's anything you should concern yourself with," she replied, growing bored of this conversation already. She got up to leave. "I'm sure there are other people you could go bother who would gladly answer your meddling questions though."