The door to the living room opened slowly after a moment Jacque had said those words, as Krait looked at her, flipping a straw in between her fingers... seemed like whoever was keeping the house together knew who were arriving at the scene. "It is not THAT simple..." Krait said, almost spat out as she came back, dropping her body to the cough and creaking the wooden legs in the process.

"It's not about secrecy, alright? I get it, 'woo, mysterious figure, who could it be?' is b.s., and It's nothing like that." she started spewing out. "I'm not a goddamn batman, I'm a victim! It's about dignity...this, right here." she said, leaning forward as she rolled her finger around her own face as a clear sign. "This... this is not me. It's... It's..." she continued before her posture collapsed, her body leaning back to chair as she sighed. "Nevermind... just give me that bottle." she said, moving her hand straight forward with open palm to receive her cold treat.