"M'Lady," she replies, her tones even-tempered and thoughtful, "Of course I could not pass up a stroke of good luck that fell in my path; I would hate to offend good Fortuna," and she looks up towards the sky and smiles toward it, giving the goddess a nod. She comes back to the here and now, and then blinks, looking between them suspiciously, her eyeballs ping-pong back and forth, pursing her lips puzzledly.