[ That's... a really weird explanation, but okay. Maybe she's possessed or something? She'd ask if she cared, but she doesn't, so.

Mordred stretches one arm over her head, letting out a rude snort at Gray's suggestion. She still hasn't done her the decency of bothering to look at her face, or at least what she can see of it. ]

Working together? Don't make me laugh. At most, you're suited for running my errands; nothing more. Are you at least capable of that?