[ Lady Gaga??? An autograph?! She flails for all but a moment, but here's the conundrum. Telling the absolute truth is out of the question, so-- does she keep on attempting to avoid the question, or does she give the standard of what she tells the people in her world? The latter is probably safer.

Guilt comes with being untruthful, yet ever-cautious and privately fearful, she dares not give more than that. ]

A... Blade. [ She responds at last, offering a smile with her answer. ] In my world, we're what you call a Blade.

Think of it-- like a... living weapon.

[ ....Her turn now, she decides. ]

What was that cannon? On your hand, I mean.