Rosalind has to think about that question for a moment, much longer than is strictly necessary, and looks almost surprised as she comes to a conclusion.

"Yes, actually, how very novel," she says and, rather than stepping away, turns and steps a bit closer to her skeletal savior. Her expression doesn't shift much, ever, but it transitions easily into a disconcertingly intense flavor of curiosity.

"How is it you're speaking to me?" she asks primly. "One would assume lungs would be necessary for the endeavor, as well as a trachea and tongue, but you appear to have neither of the latter so the former wouldn't really assist much."