"My name is Franziska von Karma." And she didn't want to be called out on her lack of mechanical knowledge but she agrees with that assessment. Plus the fact that you can hammer a nail in with the butt of screwdriver but can't screw in a screw using a hammer. She would share that information with him but she's certain that he's a complete (and self-admitted) failure who doesn't deserve the extra smalltalk. He can't even remember her name!

"And you're wrong, Chienpo Kensui," she crosses her arms on her chest, casting one derisive glance at the coffee stains on his shirt. "I'm more productive at night. There isn't enough hours in the day to accomplish what must be done." Because when you're the only person of average intellect in a family of geniuses, a lot has to be done in order to barely catch up. Her bed is a pristine not only because she's stuck in her personal method of discipline but also because she rarely sleeps in it.