[She shrugs, quick and loose, focuses in on his second question in the hope he'll forget about the first. She suspects he wouldn't be thrilled about the answer.]

You have a point. It just seems all kinds of crazy, you know? I'm used to living in dark, cramped shitty little rooms full of mixed at best memories. Having all this room just for me and my stuff seems...I dunno. Like totally exorbitant hedonism.

[Which sounds kinda fancy when she says it like that, and not at all terrible. She earnt the money used to rent this place. She earnt this.]

Fuck it. As for the skulls...a tasteful amount? Like, I want it to be all hardcore and fierce and shit, but also classy. Maybe twenty.

[Gideon, no.]