Her form tenses visibly at the contact, head snapping aside (perhaps a little sharper than she'd intended) to regard her sister. As she speaks, though, her body slackens, albeit only slightly.

She cocks her head to one side, features softening into something almost sympathetic, which seems entirely too out of place.

"Do you honestly believe that anything - any of the trash that may reside in this place - have any hope of contending with us?"