It prompts a short snort of laughter from her as she climbs down, long tank top making the business of standing upright surprisingly decent (so long as she's not doing star jumps or anything else equally as ridiculous). Drops the cup on the counter and makes her way to the living room where she crashes down in a heap on the makeshift space-futon.

"Don't judge. Good things come from where I was born." Her ankles cross at the edge of the coffee table. "Like me."