Dolores’ eyes narrowed slightly until he clarified the meaning of ‘everything else’ and then she laughed lightly in relief. “I can, yes. Mostly for the sake of appearances, to be more convincingly human. I haven’t really bothered since...” well, she had stubbornly eaten some of the biscuits back in the yulelag, back when she was bitter about being forced to survive off of a battery. Back when hiding what she was seemed more important than embracing it. She was relieved here that if anyone felt negatively about her kind, viewed them as lesser, they at least knew better than to voice it. It made it easier for her to uphold her promise to Markus and keep Wyatt contained.
But she didn’t mind questions, or explaining a bit more in detail. “But it doesn’t actually... do anything for me. Like I mimic the process of breathing, but I don’t require oxygen. I choose to sleep because it is part of my schedule and it allows a mental break, but I don’t actually get tired.” She wasn’t sure how much sense that might make. “But I think I would prefer the cocoa to this,” she illustrated by taking another stubborn hit off the dwindling cigarette, rushing through it at this point just to be done with it. “You must really hate yourself to do this regularly.”