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Somnia's answer was predictably sensible. She was most assuredly not a psychopath - or perhaps she was a smart one, that knew what answers to give in order to fit in. Grimm narrowed her eyes playfully at the subject of her interrogation, ignoring the question being given back to her. "This is where I would say.. oh-em-gee, you would be a brown snail? That is so last year that I cannot even - move on, you are clearly not a good fit for this high-fash pack." She laughed a nerdy, guffawing laugh, nearly choking on her own tongue in the process. "Can you imagine their face? We have to do it. Unless they're handsome. Obvs." Yes, obvs.