She rolls her eyes at Arthur. "[color=e78411]Fuck off. Of course. What sort of heathen do you think I've become?[/color]" she scoffs, and turns back to Winter. "[color=e78411]I'm sorry about him. Let me know if I need to put him back in line,[/color]" she says. She drags over a chair and sprawls on it gracelessly. "[color=e78411]Better.[/color]"