"She does?" Well that is interesting. There's a slither before she's off the couch, rocking on the balls of her feet, before there's steady steps taken towards York. "Why would we not get along?" Is that loud enough? She's assuming that's loud enough to sound muffled in the background. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

There's a smirk before talons reach for the phone, but there's a serious in her eyes that belays the humour. What does this woman really want?