Vriska still doesn't bother to get up, instead choosing to hunch forward a little and pick at the dried blood under her fingernails. Classy.

"Don't be globes-ass retarded. Like I'd let something kill me!" She brings a hand up to her face, examining the still-dirty nails for a second before wiggling her fingers. "Lost a couple of fingers to one of those robots with the laser things. So I killed myself to get them back!"

Wiggle, wiggle.

"See. Good as new. But thanks for the free ride back planetside! Totally appreciate it."

And she goes back to scraping little blue flakes off her hands again. Vriska Serket: classiest houseguest.