Her mouth's halfway open when she realizes that she doesn't quite have an answer for that. She sighs and pushes that breath out through pouted lips in an expression of deep irritation at herself.

Because I don't know what I am, so I'd at least like to know what we are.

She wraps an arm around her waist and frowns. "What, visiting hours only go one way? I can only talk to you if we're going through the motions of guilt and punishment?"

She cringes at herself, between how slurred the last half of that question came out and how accusatory it sounds. "Sorry. You'd think I'd be in a better mood, what with being off my leash again."