Parsee had happened. She was a ball of unpleasant emotions wrapped in the left over shell of a person, who rarely reacted pleasantly to interest. But, as she saw Peridot back off, she eased somewhat, smiling almost a little grimly. "Not? Well, wouldn't be the first time I'm wrong. I'm just not used to people being curious about me. Nobody's ever curious about me back home. They know what I am, and they don't care." Why should they?

She looked over at the gem, wondering if she'd lost her curiosity suddenly, or if it was still there, under the surface. "Don't really like talking about myself much..."