"Blood for energy." She almost sighs, nodding half to herself. It sounds a little creaky to her, perhaps because of the joints. "I assume you've been told you're too good, for that. Ah... you should probably sit down somewhere. Normally, I don't mind bending, but..."

But the cracks down her arms and visible leg are pretty severe, even though they seem solid enough to use. It's perhaps more alarming when Lilja does remove the mask, revealing the broken chunk of porcelain near her left eye, its fissure drawing crookedly down toward her lips. There's relief that it doesn't seem to have a further effect on her mental state indoors, at least.

It still bothers her, though. Just... being this way. Less the doll parts and more the nature of what she already was. He doesn't need to know that. She has to eat, he said it himself.