"Nah." Her nail gently scrapes the side of the ornament, eyes half-lidded. Funny to think how they'd been at odds no more than a few weeks ago— only to wind up here, with Lena offering to share her own possessions.

She'd had to steal them from her before.

"My place doesn't look half as good as yours, vata. It'd be a waste."

Not to mention the fact that she'd never want Tracer herself to ever actually come near where she's living. Obvious reasons.