[she ignores that first comment, absently checking to make sure that purity seal is still stuck on the oven. It's looking a little worse for wear—she makes a mental note to replace it at the earliest opportunity. Filling her glass at the sink, her back to Helix:]
'Training wheels'? Afraid not. Completely organic, more's the pity. I feel a bit dizzy—it must be those mysterious sweets. [with feigned naivete:] You haven't suffered any of those more dire consequences the network's been chattering on about, have you? They sound awful.