The voice from the other resident was enough to interrupt Vriska's rather effective sawing session. Her eyes darted to the boy who'd dared intrude on her - didn't he know that it was rude to interrupt other people's work? Especially when they were doing more important things than you.
...oh. It was the boy from earlier, the one who didn't bother commenting on her little typing quirks. The one who wasn't an idiot. She supposed he could handle his interruptions for now. Keeping the wood steady between her two feet, Vriska resumed her sawing with a renewed vigor. "Funny. You're funny." Creak, creak - clank, went the wood as one part fell to the floor. "I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard."
Vriska felt it was appropriate at this point to shoot Vanitas a glare. Really, it was mostly formal, but she had appearances to keep up. "And you. Let me guess, yoooooooou're trying to fuse wood and metal with only hatred."
That did not look like a very constructive way to stew.