Emerald's lips, unconsciously, twisted a bit in irritation. It's not as if she were blind, after all, and she didn't like being called out or ridiculed. But she also didn't like pissing people who owned a ton of weaponry. Instead of rising to the bait, she rolled her bright green eyes and waved her hand as if brushing off Sal's temper off her shoulders. Then she returned to one of her own bodies and began to saw off the hands, to put on her bedposts as she suggested previously.
"Lovely," she said of Sal's wall, with a cheery tone she wasn't necessarily feeling at the moment. Then another idea came to her, and she smiled again. "I wonder if I can sketch tattoos on these skins~ If so, I'll just do them on my side of the room... unless you like any of the tattoos, then I'll make some for you~"
'Hmm, mood swings,' she thought. 'I must be PMS-ing.'
[ooc: Er, you think we can "tastefully" close this thread soon, dah'ling? ^^]