Whatever she'd been expecting, that wasn't it. She's trying to rack her brain. She's trying really hard to rack her brain. So hard, actually, that a headache starts creeping over the front of her head and her eyes form slits to compensate for the sudden visual fuzz.

Blatantly annoyed now, "Nobody's from the First House. Seriously, where are you from? Stop messing with me. Are you just Cohort?"