She makes a small noise to confirm his assessment, feeling that if such an occurrence happened previously, her other self would have mentioned it before, if not now. And a brainwashed Hellburbia isn't at all the same thing.

Mindful of their persons, Talia starts painting a booth some other sinner built. Bare lips quirk upwards into an impish smirk as she murmurs, "Is this the part where I ask you to tell me a joke?"