[Bursting at the seams. That's extra funny when, if someone were to compare them, V had more obvious scarring at where she'd been put together -- well, Lotte thinks it's funny, at least. She hums at his comment, neither a confirmation nor denial, before she busies herself with brushing off her clothes like that will be enough to get rid of both the water and the blood. Yeah, it had been an alibi to manipulate some idiot with very little grasp on reality, but where's the fun in reassuring him of that?

One of them looking a little odd, V's hands fidget with each other where they lay on top of her thighs, but she manages to not look to her counterpart for permission or the answer. Lotte would almost be proud of her...but she'd told her to trust him, and even then, she was a good girl. Not like her. The odds of her complying without being commanded were higher, and in the end her answer isn't overly helpful.]

I was in the house with Father. ...Q killed him before he was done and told me to come with her.

[Lotte rolls her eyes, 'cheerfully' supplementing,] The guy that had her was using her for his entertainment. She's built better for it than me, wouldn't you say? [With a shameless gesture to her chest, made even flatter by the binder she wears. Between the two, V was certainly the more matured, looking like she might be Lotte's older sister despite the fact that she'd been made after. She, at least, has the sense to look embarrassed by everything the other girl says.

Anyway. Her voice goes dead when she continues.] I don't think she's been outside in years. She was a real pain on the way over until I told her to shut up.

Nnn... I-I'm sorry.

Uh-huh. So~ I thought we could practice with her. Oh, and it'd be really nice of you if we could have some blood. That guy's was trash.