"You're very..." Guest666 trails off a moment, red eyes narrowing slowly. Her claws flex, "...quiet. I mean, honestly, do you ever talk to anyone normally without like...shutting down afterward??" She questions with a huff. Her voice is...rough, gravely and vaguely curious.

Tilting her head, she stares at you. Waits for a reply...to some extent, then cuts you off, "You're also very thin. Is that like...related to a disorder of some kind? You should eat more. You look sorta pathetic," she blinked. Guest666 tilts her head to the other side, like some creepy but also sorta-kinda-cute dog.

She sat there, silent, staring at you now. Well....that must warrant for a reply of some kind, right? You hesitate.