She hasn't heard that kind of talk since Brown, so she stares at him for a moment. Her Customer Service is a Hell Hole brain (combined with the Universe is Out to Get Me brain) needs to recharge, reboot and reassemble into I Have a Philosophy Degree, Goddammit.

It requires effort though, effort she's not quite willing to give.

"It's just a little on the nose, you know? They're already into our personal business, and now it's like, hey..." She waves her hand vaguely towards a flower that looks like a vagina, unable to say the word herself.