Her attention, fickle as it is, stops drifting and snaps back to him when he says her name. "Oh, is it? I wouldn't know, I've never left." She says this with the same upbeat tone as always, the same way she'd describe watching the stars or the feeling of eating a pretty rock.

There's a quick nod, and this time the response is much quicker and more measured. "Yep; I am the only living person here." Totally natural, definitely doesn't sound coached at all. "I mean, that was until you guys showed up; at least, I'm assuming." It was just an educated guess

"Nope!" She responds with the kind of cheer that can only be garnered by having not a single clue what's going on. "I guess the computer must've done that; sometimes he goes a little haywire and does all sorts of things."

She shrugs idly and ignores his first question. "Oh, I don't know, probably like fifteen minutes? There's not a lot to see." It's clear that the concept of money went zooming directly over her head and landed on the floor somewhere with her crude sketch.

With her spare hand, Scion rubs at her chin, mouthing an 'ow' before holding the hand out a little further and trying again. This time, she doesn't hit herself in the face, and the gun does make a full rotation, albeit a little too slowly to look *too* impressive.

"A *thoysand*? That's so many!" Despite pouting, Scion does as he says, continuing to try and spin the revolver. If nothing else, it's at least a good way to keep her occupied for a time as she gets into a rhythm.

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