[ she frowns, openly frustrated. if it was earlier in the day, if they weren't in the privacy of their own living quarters she would shrug off vriska's chiding. but it's just the two of them, so she is annoyed.

she still let's her have it. her eyes only briefly leaving the cold glint of steel so she can properly scowl at vriska with the whole of her expression. ]

I'm not stupid, I know that. [ despite the look on her face, her voice is quiet. hand on her heart, fingers on her pulse, steady rhythm letting her relax even though someone else is holding the knife. ]

And I don't know why I have it. It was already here when I got here...

[ it is quiet for a moment, and she looks at the knife thoughtfully, like she might see something more when someone else is holding it. she doesn't-- but she figures its fair to offer at little more than her own frustration. ]

It was my boyfriend's, so its still a piece of home even if it doesn't actually belong to me.