There was no need in mentioning her intentions for this snake, should she find it. If Miles was serious in it's wandering existence, and should Vaughn cross it, she'd chop loose it's hooded head with a rake. A fine death for any cobra, be they Ra or Antoinette! And, if Miles was trying to kid her.. well, there was no point in indulging the man, was there?
Silence ran deep until he chirped a mockingbird holler, and Vaughn spun with undeniably pinched and curious eyes. Her gaze holding the cloudy depth and intensity of a good espresso when she stepped toward him once in cat-killing curiosity, "Gossip?"