"So your a well trained killing machine, isn't that jus' sodding peachy." Brows raised as her lack of impression showed clearly. "Least there's more then a couple of ya that are well then." An odd sense of relief was almost present in the words as shoulders rolled still feeling deep aches in her muscles this vague interaction wasn't helping her nerves much or the throbbing that was had begun not too long ago in her head. "Anything else?" Normally the chance of further pursuing of conversation wouldn't be given, but the slayer had assisted in her escape only a week ago. Supposedly there was some law somewhere that dictated she should be at least a little nice, wasn't there? Of course the question had nothing to do with her own appreciation from the former situation at all.