"Combine 'no, not really' with 'would you care if you hit on a newborn with a sledgehammer?' and then 'mind your own freaking business'. The results, while interesting but seriously grammatically incorrect, would be accurate." Okay? Okay. Tack on yet another crocodile smile right here. And yeah, she was lying through her pearly whites because she had hit on the one nerve Delta really possessed, but like fuck she was making that common knowledge. It was tantamount to sticking an actual button there saying 'don't fucking press; is guaranteed to somehow piss me off'. An image flashed through her mind of the girl purposefully sat on her hands so she couldn't press said button and her eyebrow arched. She was going to remember that one. Could she smoke in here? Wait... She didn't care. Pulling her cigarettes from her inside pocket, she lit up before a member of staff could say a goddamn thing. The ashtray that materialised in front of her as one of them passed the table was almost a pleasant surprise. The server who put it there had a nice ass too; shame she wasn't in a good enough mood to appreciate it.
Delta spent a moment trying to blow an irish waterfall - out of her mouth and into her nose - before snorting smoke and shrugging. "Word taken." Not that it mattered or that she cared and she couldn't bring herself to make it sound like she did. The image in her mind of her parents had them both with black eyes because they were both beyond addiction when that particular photograph was taken. It was probably why Delta was so damn proud of what she was. "Actually, it kind of does make a difference, because thinking of you 'that chick' was really starting to grate on my nerves. Persephone what?" No, she had no interest in how her father grew up because her father was dead and she had no real memory of him as a person. She was finding it hard to come across as friendly on top of that, especially once Bianca called her out on 'being ridiculous'. For that, she received what was almost a glare. Delta had looked at her. She had weighed up what she saw and then what she had been told and what she was feeling. "It's just heartwarming to learn when people think you're stupid," she muttered. That was a stupid answer. Why would anybody stalk them? Delta didn't think she had pissed off enough vampires to even warrant anybody actively trying to take her out. Draping one arm over the back of the chair so she could get comfortable and watch the following 'telepathic' exchange more comfortably, she looked between the two of them with a raised eyebrow. Her drink was plucked from the table with a quiet "Cheers." and she juggled both cigarette and glass easily with one hand. But that answer - that answer? - was not what she was expecting. Going by pure maths of generations and ages, it kind of had to be, but that didn't mean she expected it. Especially not anything that really came after Persephone's actual age. And not a lie. Come on, just lie the once. I need a fucking basis for comparison. "That figure will get you anywhere," Delta admitted after a moment. "Bitch." What? It was a required addition, practically. Slowly, she turned her head to look solely at Bianca. "It's really fucking hard to get a lie past an empath. Especially one who doesn't trust a damn word anyone says anyway." Now... when she was done sticking the cigarette in the corner of her mouth and the initial shellshock of Persephone had passed, she wanted to know what the hell her grandmother was. Other than perhaps an alcoholic - like she was one to talk. "If you give us a spiel about not being human, I might actually laugh," she drawled around her cigarette. Preaching to the choir on that front.