He couldn't start with simple questions!? She looked around, desperate to figure out how to answer. Her eyes landed on her claws. On the roof.

Oh.

She painstakingly tried to scratch out the letter S on the roof. It probably wasn't the most pleasant sound ever. But since it was more or less legible, she kept going, writing "sort of". Then she realized that... she wrote it facing her. She would have face palmed if she could. She could only hope he could read upside down.