Ace tries to look calm and relaxed, even if she tensed at the first word, the hair at the back of her neck standing on end. Of course she would have that smile that always seems to bypass every conscious thought and triggers the need to take Blodwen apart.

"Yeah. S'warm." Polite. She has to be polite. If she managed to live with Gem's constant needling for fifty years, she can take the white bitch's presence for a few minutes.