As the warmth starts sinking into her side where Wen Qing is leaning, Light feels her spine start to untense. Then she's corrected, and... okay, she should've realised the armadillo was the bigger feature, here. She looks down. The armadillo looks up, nose still scrunched from its hand investigations.

She snorts.

"Don't think we're friends just yet. More like it's using me for my leftovers." She reaches down herself, but the animal clearly doesn't like the weapon oil on her hands any more than it likes the soap, because it drops down to continue its work on the plate. "It's still less of a pain than the pandas, from what I've heard?"