Genie had known the answer before she'd even asked, of course; it was less about receiving answers, and more about forcing Foster to serve, to aid even in what he doesn't yet know will be his undoing.

"Ooh, choices..." She reaches out to take the handcuffs lightly in her fingers, and then turns to walk away from him entirely, headed more deeply into his home.

"This way, friend. This next step requires a change of location."

They're headed for the bathroom.