Her eyes flick idly over each patch she can see for a second at a time, quickly enough that it's hard to tell if she's really reading them. But her brow raises, subtly, at the words Grifter's Bone and she almost snorts as her gaze passes over the letters ACAB. Yeah. Alright.

"Just got here," she says, shrugging loosely. "Pretty much fresh off the boat."

She snorts to herself, like she's laughing at a joke only she's privy to.