If you say so. [She hates to look so lost and dependant.] Thank you.

Okay, I'll try that.

Winter, yes. I heard it was already Christmas time here. [A snort, before she mutters ironically, visibly speaking to herself.] Merry Christmas to me, eh? Azar... I promise that if I get out of here, I'm willing to taste BeastBoy's fake meat.