Five grips her fists, growing more tense as she considers the question Gyre asked. Her eyes slowly narrow as she considers what she knows, considers what Gyre asked.

"Eleven could answer that. If that worm took one foot here..." She starts to say, shoulders hunching up as she grapples with the uncomfortable idea that Gyre had laid before her.

And then, all at once, she relaxes. She drops all the stress out of her body and relaxes her head back as she looks up at the ceiling as she answers Gyre.

"He sucks."