Well at least she didn't sit down on Abby's bed but she's by no means relaxed about any of this, is still standing with one fist curled at her side and held in reserve. Should she be feeling threatened by this? She doesn't but that doesn't mean she likes it and wants it to keep happening, either. Mostly she feels insanely uncomfortable, kinda like back in the FOB when other members of the WLF would try talk to her in the halls as if they were friends when they weren't.

Even so, she looks.

"... See what." The drawings? That kind of look like her?? She snorts suddenly, the tension suddenly bursting. "What, you think that's supposed to be you?"