[She folds her arms over her chest and still can't quite manage to turn around and look at Velvet.] And you've kept things far too interesting for me to want to leave at this point. Or die, for that matter.

[That said, she crouches down and starts to clean up the soup debris, using the bowl to pick up the loose bits. She stops, and glances back over her shoulder.]

Oh, and it seems your care has helped me to a miraculous recovery. You really are good.