She stiffens as he produces the stone, and backs off, slightly. She also jerks, slightly, with each order<em>and</em>request; it seems those will be sticking on her, as well. "It's been more than three hundred years. You can't<em>possibly</em>imagine what it's been like, the dull, aching hunger. And what do you want from me?" she asks, teasingly, avoiding answering the question about Mirada.