Not a goddamn person, but... hearing her say that isn't as bad as it usually is. Even if they're not a person, they're still hers. And they're not about to deny her anything she wants. If they're what she wants, then they're what she gets.

They shudder out a breath. "Okay." Then, as they shift a little on the couch and their tac pants stick to the upholstery: "Shit. I'm. Getting the couch all bloody. Should change."