Lips pursed, Versailles cocks her head to one side and lets out a sardonic sound, one that crackles in the air like a live wire. "You could say that. I'm not interested in talking unless there's something I can gain from it." Her gold eyes gleam, her tongue brushing the front of her teeth. "As it stands, their conversation is irrelevant to me, and so I've left." After all, this newcomer is not one to lie for the sake of sparing another's feelings - their conversation held nothing of importance or equal value and so she'd rather take the hike than force herself to listen to such mundane talk.

She's tempted to leave him too when he starts to get pensive, thoughtful, staring at her like a ghost - her ears twitch, flicker, pull back at the odd look she's being given. Her defenses rise almost immediately, brick and mortar building one over the other, surrounding her as she takes one step back, followed by another. Head lowered, neck beginning to bristle, she waits for whatever threat she thinks is about to come out of his mouth but that's not what happens. Instead, he's speaking with a stunned sort of familiarity, saying her name like he's said it before and then telling her... telling her...

"Do I look like I'm dead to you?" Anger, sarcasm, it's what she defaults to when she feels herself being threatened. She doesn't understand what he's saying. Dead? Came back? Came back from where, the wilds? She's sure as all hell she doesn't recognize him - she's sure as all hell she hasn't seen him anywhere in her life but he's talking like he knows her and what if he does? What would she know, right? Her eyes narrow, suspicious, but her ears are swiveling around to face him, listening, waiting for an explanation. "Who are you?"