Perhaps it was surprised but she couldn't tell because the expression it held upon its face all looked the same to her so she just watched as it scribbled something and then handing it back over to her. Well, not hand, more like flung, but she picked it up nonetheless, sitting down on the bed with one leg crossed over the other, the epitome of elegance.
Surprised? Someone she knew.
Freya glanced back over at it but it had scurried away from her and she stared with those large, unblinking eyes.
"Really now? Who may that be?" She asked, setting the scrawled-upon sheet down beside her.