Some people might've pressed her, or told her that she was here if the girl ever needed a shoulder to lean on. But Jayati wasn't really good at that sort of thing. Instead, she let it be, didn't press. If she wanted to, then she would. If not then at least she wouldn't be cold and hungry. So instead she got a bag of unopened Fritos from the counter and opened it along with a bowl of cheese she had shredded earlier from the fridge.
"Nope. I didn't ask Sid many questions. I never do. Besides, he only collects weird facts about people." A vague twitch of her shoulders that was almost a laugh, visible with her back to Bree as she noted the name even while laddling out some chili for them. A bowl was placed in front of each of them with a vague gesture towards the mason jar full of spoons on the island.
Soda, soda soda. Ehhh. Jayati grabbed a glass bottle of Jarritos for her, popping the cap off on the underside of the counter before handing it over. "Dragons, on a whole, tend towards protecting or destruction. It's instinct." It wasn't the best answer, and probably not the one Bree was looking for. It was true though, along with a healthy dose of I abandoned my siblings because I fell in love guilt complex, aided by my baby sister is trying to start a war and oh yeah, I got my wife killed. But, six of one half dozen of another.