She glanced down at the tea, dubiously -- mockingly or earnestly, it was hard to tell -- and then, in an act of defiance in either case, and perhaps a show of her own madness, she raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. When she felt no different, she set it down again, fingers curling around it so she could drum her claws against the china delicately.

"I don't know." If someone was following her, though, they'd reveal themselves soon enough, whether they meant to or not, and would be in for a nasty surprise. She didn't particularly like being tailed and she imagined, just from his asking, Dash wouldn't be all that thrilled with the idea, either, regardless of whether whoever it was fell out of the woodworks here or elsewhere. And even if she didn't particularly need his protection or his help, if honestly threatened, she appreciated it nonetheless and it showed on her face in the form of a brief, grateful smile.

One that blossomed into a smirk as he continued. "Do you really think you could handle me, in either case?"