Alytra could see Ezra eyeing her up, taking in her response, but the look on his face puzzled her. What was that? Anger? Confusion? Disbelief? She hadn't the slightest clue as to what he was thinking while she gave him her answer. She studied his face for a moment more as she considered talking, but decided that she would let it slide, not wanting to push too hard, as she would usually be so inclined to do, because he was a complete stranger, and although she didn't believe in the need for any barriers when it came to unveiling the truth, she figured that she would wait a little longer before becoming demanding and self-righteous... If she could manage.

Her eyes widened as he seemingly proudly proclaimed that he had attempted to murder his own family. "Well, Ezra, that is a rather intriguing tale. I, too, have wanted members of my own family to drop dead. The self-mutilation bit, however, I will never understand. It's not really my style." She was blunt and couldn't help it, but she still hoped that her response wasn't too curt to the point of actually hurting her new-found acquaintance's feelings; on the other hand, here it was almost impolite to go beyond surface level. No one ever did. 

"So," she continued, somewhat intrigued, "You're a rich boy, eh? You must be realllllly rich, or famous or smart or something to get your name and story headlined like that, and the way that they put your family's last name out there makes it sound like most of the free world knows who you are. And no offense, I do not. And I certainly haven't "seen it in the tabloids".... I've been in here for about eight months." This last bit hit Alytra closer to home than she had imagined it would, and she tried not to let her face falter. She would keep her cool for as long as she could, at least in her current company.