Ah, here it is. Fifi's expression relaxes somewhat as she folds her hands in front of her, attentive and polite, preparing to do a lot of nodding. "Is it," she asks mildly. Maybe when she gets back to the Gallows she'll tackle that stain in the central tower's entryway-- but what's the point, if people are just going to track mud all over it? Is it a pride thing?