Deirdre smiled a cold smile. "I come from a world of backstabbing crown-hungry siblings. Of Chaos and Balance, magic and strange creatures." she said honestly. It mattered not if it made no sense. She was, after all, beyond caring about making people understand her home.
"We give, but there are always strings attached. Here, I believe that it is not without it's strings - which is certainly why I do not live in an assigned housing unit - but also that it's not nice to look a gift horse in the mouth when it provides some measure of living. Does not mean, of course, that I am not wary of such things." she grinned.
"Perhaps the things this place throws at us are it's strings for such gifts." a slow shrug from the woman as she dusted her hands off. "Although in the end, it's your choice."