There's a flicker of--something. In a few seconds her expression stills; she blinks, her brow furrows and then she seems to settle on just looking pleasantly confused.

"Do I now?" Winnie hums and sits up in her seat, tapping thoughtfully on her bottom lip. "Perhaps that 'something' is being terribly normal and boring. Frankly," here she drops her voice in a whisper, as if not wanting it to be overheard, "it's a bit embarrassing."

She straightens again. "After all, everyone can do so many wonderous things, fun little tricks or know how to fight. I'm afraid, comparatively, I'm really quite useless." It's not entirely a lie either. Her ability only works on those who have souls and requires getting far too close to biting range. Her skills with her pistol and her rapier are rather crude. She looks down at her hands a moment, considering her nails and her fingers, looking less and less like a proper lady's hands as the days go by. Her maid would have a fit.

"Does it truly matter anyhow?"