[Being noticed and admired is part and parcel for Five's existence as an object of desirous worship, as a goddess. On the rare event someone wasn't prostrating themselves, throwing roses at her feet and pledging their allegiance, she could make it so, through her Song. And so there's an amused twinkle in her eye at Terry's clear embarrassment, plucking the soap from her hands.]

How generous! [It's a compliment, though she had demanded it and would have taken it regardless.] Sooo sorry to barge in like this — it seems that there's no room in the bath! Everyone wants to play, and there's no space to get clean when so many people would rather be dirty. What's a girl to do?

[Does she ever talk like a normal person? The answer is no.]

You don't mind sharing, do you?