"It is nebulous to myself. The one being scrutinzed here. Reading minds doesn't happen to be a skill I possess." They shrug matter-of-factly before deciding this is as far as a conversation like this is going to go. They're not particularly interested in fighting, and they're too used to far worse verbal onslaughts for this to get enough of a rise out of them. All they feel is a cold, numb boredom, tinged with slight agitation from stirred memories.

That said, the Gear will remember this- and how, as she makes a snip about a good friend to confirm it, it is some shade of jealousy over Rose.

As long as she minds her business and they mind theirs- fine.

"I believe I shall," they say cooly, turning on their heel. Without so much as another word, Testament takes their leave.