Tenten fights not to roll her eyes at the prodding. Right, a poison test. As if she'd try to assassinate someone she'd just met. Granted, she has, but that was for a paycheck. Straight up offering poisoned soup to someone she'd just met? Please.

"If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't spend twenty minutes preparing soup for everyone first," she points out. "Ninja, yes. Poison, no. And you're right, I'm not a ninja animal or anything like that." She folds her arms over her chest and arches an eyebrow. "Not exactly used to a free meal, are you?"

She sounds... almost pitying, there.