Emet-Selch presses his lips into a thin line of 'unimpressed' at her imitation of him. He did not snap like that. His was more poised and purposeful.

"If you must know, I haven't tried." He admits truthfully. However, it would be potentially dangerous to admit to such a thing with someone he's tried to kill in the past, even if she and hers had proven to be disgustingly tolerant if he didn't confront them directly. He's nothing if not aware of his current vulnerability.

"There are more amicable means out of situations other than force. And, on occasion, what presents itself is more interesting than a hasty retreat." He'd like to know what is going on and how they have come to be here.