"I would assume so, but it seemed to me that this room is filled with exactly the type of people you dislike." A wry, little smile tug at the corner of her lip. "On the off-chance that your 'associates' (loathed enemies) spiked the punch with a bit of cyanide flavoring."

Was it in bad taste? Maybe. Did she still enjoy the morbid jokes, anyways? Pretty much, yep.

"Well, 'seclusion' is really the point of this little exercise (torture). I spend roughly all of my time, ever in seclusion with a group of people I might be stuck with for the rest of my (far too eventful) life. I thought I'd try and get to know...some of them. Ah, 'try' being the keyword, there."