"Hmm, I couldn't be certain whether or not they have an appreciation for the arts. We've never been close," Susanna said in a tense tone, body going slightly rigid involuntarily, though when she realized it, she forced herself to relax again. No point in alienating another person here. "I am, yes. It kept me busy and distracted as a child, and it was a simple enough matter to have someone on staff to take me to classes and recitals." She came from money, and she saw no point in hiding that. Besides, the best lies were rooted in the truth, and so the more truth involved, the simpler and easier the lies. Susanna's smile was slow and ever so pleased when Ryan mentioned the bar. "Yes, apparently they didn't think alcohol in a community of convicts was a bad idea, but I'm certainly not complaining, as I had requested a good white wine. I'm looking forward to enjoying a glass this evening." She enjoyed alcohol very much, but she'd never been stupid enough to overindulge. She couldn't afford to. Her expression turned jokingly contemplative for a moment, though she was distracted by the ding of the microwave, and she went to get her chicken out of it, pushing it onto her salad. "No, certainly not. I mean, I'm sure there's someone in the world who could find a way to, but it's not something I'd entertain." No, there were far quicker and more effective ways of killing, not that her words implied that thought. She poked around the drawers for a fork and then leaned against the counter to take a bite of her salad, content to continue the conversation with him if he wanted.