[ the gesture is rewarded with a slight knit of her brows, but she thinks nothing of it otherwise. he's an eccentric, for sure. weird, but she's used to all sorts of weird people. maybe he can help guide her... toward a direction, or something. any fucking direction would do at this point. ]

Is that what this is all about? Weeding out useless people, keeping the foolish ones around for later use?

[ it's not a bad plan. she could praise him for it, if she's capable of giving anyone compliments. well, she hasn't left yet, which means that she isn't opposed to being a part of whatever his plan is. ]

All right, Molly, [ she only calls him that because there's no fucking way she'll ever remember a mouthful of name as weird as that. ] The name's Zero. If you're half as good as a fortune teller, then you might be able to say what people usually call me.

[ the thought is punctuated by a slight smirk of her lips. no one needs to be a fortune-teller to guess what, everything about her spells bitch. ]