[Yae offers the courtesy not to look her over with too much scrutiny, even with that sticky mouth and tattered gown; it's not as though they came into this world, wherever it may be, prepared for an extended stay. Still, this one's worse off than most of the other humans she's seen. No competition.]

You thought what? Some arbiter of fate might be listening? [One of Yae's ears flicks, gently, as if to insinuate this.] Or, with all that hollering, I'm sure you thought you were alone.

[The girl confirms this herself with that question.]

It isn't. There's quite a few residents here. Well, I don't know if you could call them that. I only arrived just a few hours ago myself. So no, I don't live here. [A thought she tucks neatly away before it can spiral into unhelpful speculation.] Are you going to eat your dessert properly, or have you given up that venture? It seems they have bowls and spoons, [manicured fingers point to these, as well as a tower of waffle cones,] and those other things to consume it with. Your choice.