... Well. This sort of scene is not at all what she's used to, and while it is amusing it does come with a pang from the lack of familial experience. And yet, the chaos, the betrayal, the carnage, it's not unlike a scene from one of the movies she's watched on the fleet. Or watching Regis get bested by a goose.

There's little time to react to Era's handy listing of her fruits. She's somewhat familiar thanks to the twin's work at the cafe, though is prepared for them to taste - well, not quite the same thanks to the replicator. Not that it seems to matter, once the birds have gotten to it.

For the moment she'll be a little unhelpful though, one hand pressed to her lips to suppress her mirth, the other holding her tablet to record the memory. As one does.