[That makes her smile, because no, the irony isn't lost on her either. But when he flips the question around on her, she shrugs her shoulders sort of ambivalently.]

In progress. I got a little suspicious when they were asking what I was good at.

[She smiles a little sadly, but truth is that after coming through a portal into a strange world, she hadn't been at her most trusting. And really, her skillset was rather specific, in a way she tended not to talk about. She knew computers and tech well enough, but mostly her skills involved survival, stealth, and subduing a target. And once in a while rewiring a machine under heavy sniper fire.]

Though you once said I made a good source of green energy.

[It's half a joke; easier than following the subject of her paranoia.]