[ She just flexes her eyes towards him. ] Four hundred? My, my, things look more different than they appear. [ She'll gently tease him next. ] You look well for pushing four-hundred, I would have assumed you'd be in a home by now, Envy. [ His statement however perplexes her. ] One of the younger ones? Hmph. Your world has a lot to correct. [ She'll roll her eyes at being one of the younger ones. She likes her second oldest role, thank you very much. ]

We were made from the philosopher's stone, and have no connection to humans except Hohenheim, who ended up creating the person who made us and paid dearly for it. [ She's seemingly apathetic towards being connected to Hohenheim. ] We're the next wavelength of evolution, and it's a shame to see how many pitiful humans can think they can beat us.