Still sizing him up, that's not exactly the reply she expected, and that's part of why she huffs a bit of a laugh - it's not good humour, not wholly, but it isn't particularly mean. She doesn't lower her fists, not yet - this could still be ...well, it'd be a hell of an elaborate trap, and sure, they're terrible, the Wardens, but they're not usually all that smart. Not a whole lot of long-game planning there, and maybe only a few braincells between them, she thinks.

"I'm looking for a lot of things, but a new roommate? Not on that list."

She'd tell him to get out, but just the idea of it is ridiculous. She doesn't quite let that laugh through, but she does clear her throat to cover it.