Eda glances over at Caitlyn with a raised eyebrow and a little tilt of her head, her expression just a little bit too innocent.

"That's nice," she agrees. "Last time I checked I was part of everyone." Her tone was friendly, cheerful even, but there was something clipped and deliberate about the diction that wasn't often there.

She pops her last chocolate-covered snack--for the moment--into her mouth, just on principle.